6IFT  OP 
ROBEPCT 


THE  WANDERING  JEW; 


OR   THE 


FULFILMENT  OF  PROPHECY 


UNIVER8ITY 


IN  XII   CANTOS. 
BY 

"SIBYL." 


"Behold  I  will  gather  them  out  of  all  countries,  whither  I  have 
driven  them  in  mine  angerr  and  in  my  fury,  and  in  great  wrath  ;  and 
I  will  bring  them  again  unto  this  place,  and  I  will  cause  them  to 
dwell  safely." 

JEREMIAH,  CHAP.  XXXII,  VERSE  37. 


NEW   YORK: 

ATLANTIC  PUBLISHING  &  ENGRAVING  COMPANY. 
1881. 


THIS  VOLUME 

IS   DEDICATKD   WITH    GKEAT    RESPECT    AND    GRATITUDE, 

TO 

THE  REV.  WM.  A.  SCOTT,  D.  D.  LL.  D 

THE  BELOVED  PASTOR  OF 

ST.   JOHN'S    I'RESISYTERIAN    CHURCH, 

SAN  FRANCISCO, 
CALIFORNIA, 

BY 
THE  AUTHOR. 


134828 


PRE-FACIO. 


HEN  young,  like  children  generally,  I  thought  it 
troublesome  to  read  the  preface  of  a  book,  but 
now  that  I  am  on  the  hill  top  of  life,  I  never  omit  it,  and, 
sometimes,  when  pressed  for  time,  read  the  preface 
only,  regarding  it  indicative  of  what  is  in  the  author,  as 
well  as  what  is  in  the  book.  I  love  to  read  of  the  mo- 
tives which  prompted  him  or  her  to  undertake  the  task, 
the  encouragement  or  discouragements  received  while 
engaged  therein,  and  the  hopes  and  fears  arising  for  the 
reception,  by  a  critical  public,  of  the  labored. work  of 
their  own  creation. 

John  Frost,  LL.  D.,  in  the  preface  to  his  excellent  work: 
"The  Wonders  of  History,"  says :  "the  epics  of  History  far 
surpass  the  masterly  creations  of  the  Epic  Poets.1'  It  must 
follow  therefore,  that  the  wonders  of  the  history  of  the 
progress  of  our  blessed  religion,  through  eighteen  hundred 
centuries,  furnish  a  grand  theme,  when  they  are  woven 
into  what  may  be  termed,  by  an  indulgent  public,  "A 
Historical  Epic  Poem,"  however  feeble  may  be  the  hand 
that  handles  the  loom.  It  is  one  dear  to  the  heart  of 
every  true  child  of  our  great  and  glorious  HeavenlyFather. 
When  we  stand  on  this  far  western  "hill  of  time,  "and,  look- 
ing back  over  the  passing  ages,  view  the  slow,  steady,  but 


yi  PRE-FACIO. 

resistless  march  of  Christianity,  which  comprehends  civil- 
ization, emancipation,  progress  and  glory,  and  witness  the 
continued  fulfilment  of  the  learnings  of  the  ancient  Prophets 
and  the  one  great  command  of  our  Lord  and  Saviour 
Jesus  Christ  to  the  unhappy  children  of  Israel  to  wander 
until  his  return,  we  must  acknowledge  "it  is  a  grand 
theme." 

I  have  often  heard  "  the  great  and  good  man"  to  whom 
this  work  is  inscribed,  speak,  in  his  sermons,  as  a  chari- 
table Christian  should,  of  "  Our  Hebrew  Brethren." 

In  the  light  of  all  the  wonderful  events,  of  their  past 
history,  and  of  the  rapid  "  fulfilment  of  prophecy  "  con- 
cerning them,  going  on  even  at  the  present  day,  can  we 
fail  to  be  deeply  interested  in  that  "  peculiar"  people  ? 
The  type  of  this  wonderful  nation  is  the  "  Wandering 
Jew." 

"SIBYL." 

San  Francisco,  1880. 


CONTENTS, 


CANTO  I.—       The  Crucifixion         ... 
The  Race  of  Ahashuerus  begins 
Journey  through  Siberia,  and  to  Panama, 

Central  America     - 

Journey  toPatagonia,  Iceland  and  England 
The  burning  of  Rome     - 
Ahashuerue'  Dream 

CANTO  II.—      The  Destruction  of  Jerusalem  •- 

Journey  through  Samaria  and  Nain          - 
Ascends  Mount  Carmel 
Journey  to  Nineveh  and  Ararat      - 
Journey  to  the  Ruins  of  Pcrsepolis      - 
Through   Ilindoostan    to   the   Ilimaleh 

Mountains  - 

Voyage  down  the  Yellow  River,  in  China 
Storm  on  the  Koang-ho,  in  China         - 
Shipwreck  on  the  Island  of  Formosa        - 
Visits  Japan         - 
Earthquake  in  Japan 
Meets  Herodias  in  Siberia  with  John,  the 
Baptist's  Head 

CANTO  III.  —    Again  sees  the  phantom  inVicuna,  Austria 
Through  England  and  Spain  to  Rome       - 
To  Pompeii  and  Alexandria      - 
To  the  Cheops  Pyramid        - 
To  Pctra  in  Arabia 

CANTO  IV.—     The  First  Crusade  - 

ToBaalbec 
To  Elcphanta 

CANTO  V.—     To  Pekiu 

The  phantom  again  in  Siberia        - 
Stone  chamber,  or  cave,  in  Missouri 
Down  the  Mississippi  River      - 


10 

11 

11  —  12 

13-16 

17 

18—19 

20  —  21 

22 

23 

24 

25-27 
27  —  29 
30 
31 
33 
35 

35 
37 

38—40 
41 
41 
44 

45—48 
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53 
55 
56 
57 


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CONTENTS. 


PAGE 

Through  Cuba                                                 -  60—61 

To  Copan  and  Paleuque  62—65 

To  Tencriffe  66 

To  the  Alhambni  67—70 

The  Massacre  of  St.  Bartholomew  71 

To  Timbuctoo,  in  Africa  71 

To  the  "Garden  of  Eden"  in  Adeu,  Arabia  7o 

CANTO  VI.—    Rebecca,  a  Hebrew  maiden  76 

Journey  to  Mecca,  and  Mt   Arafat       -  78 — 79 

The  Ruins  of  Babylon  80 

To  the  Ju&gffau  Mountain        -  82 

CANTO  VII.—  To  Hamburg  83 

The  phantom  again  in  Siberia  84 

On  Mount  Diablo  in  California       -  85 

To  Orizaba  and  Mexico  87-  89 
To  Cuzco  in  South  America,  and  Voyage 

down  the  Amazon                                      -  90 — 93 

CANTO  VIII.— Through  Spain  and  France,  back  to  Jeru- 
salem     -  94 — 98 

CANTO  IX.—    On  the  Ghebre  Hill,  and  back  throughAsia 

to  England,  thence  to  Upsala                  -  98-100 
Through  Siberia,  and  across  the  American 

continent  among  the  Indians  102—104 

Through  Scotland  and  France,  to  Jerusalem  105—106 

To  Austerlitz  and  Waterloo                        -  107—108 

CANTO  X.—      To  Otalieite   in  the  Pacific  Ocean  103-109 
In  Patagonia,  and  meets  a  Jew  Pedler  in 

La  Plata      -                                                 -  110—113 

To  England,  and  again  through  Rome  114 

To  Athens  117 

To  the  Aegean  Islands,  and  to  Nazareth  117 

CANTO  XI.—    To  Jerusalem,  and  back  across  Europe 

and  America  to  California            -            -  121 — 125 

CANTO  XII.—  Through  Siberia,  China  &  India  to  Ceylon  125-129 

Once  more  to  Babylon  and  Jerusalem  130 — 131 

Crosses  America  towards  California         •  132 


LEGEND 


OF  THE 

"WANDERING    JEW." 


CANTO  I. 

A.  D.  80. 

on,"  Ahashuerus  said,  and  struck  a  cruel  blow, 
As  he  pointed  to  Mount  Calvary,  the  Saviour  bent 

with  woe, 
And  the  heavy  cross  he  had  to  bear,  as  he  slowly  toiled 

along, 

Followed  by  his  fierce  revilers,  a  hateful,  hooting  throng; 
The  cobbler,laying  down  his  awl, high  raised  his  hand  in  air, 
And  though  he  heard  his  Saviour  call,  he  heeded  not  his 

prayer, 

That  He  might  rest  His  weary  feet  beside  the  garden  wall, 
But  toiling  'long  the  dusty  street,  with  weakness  saw  Him 

fall; 

As  Jesus  sank  beneath  the  load,  He  turned  His  pitying  eye 
To  the  unfeeling  child  of  Israel,  and,  pointing  up  on  high, 
Said,  "  Yes  I  go,  for  it  needs  must  be,  but  until  I  do 

return, 
"  Thou  too  must  go,  and  to  and   fro,   where   the  sarfdy 

deserts  burn ; 
"  Across  the  seas,  through  the   mountain's  breeze,  to  all 

lands  thoti  shalt  turn; 
"  And  through  the  gloom  of  the  silent  tomb  you'll  pass, 

but  you  cannot  stay, 


10  THE   WANDERING  JEW; 

"'Though  you  ever  chase  grim  monster  Death,  from  you 

he'll  flee  away, 
"  And  ever  mocking,  lure  you  on,    until   the  Judgment 

Day!" 


He  hurries  along  to  Calvary  Hill,  and  helps  the  cross  to  set ; 

He  holds  the  nails  and  sees  the  brow  of  the  Saviour  with 
•  agony  wet; 

But  not  until  the  sun  is  dark  and  the  Vail  is  rent  in  twain, 

Does  he  pause  in  his  mad  career,  to  think  of  his  dreadful 
curse  again ; 

Then  with  gloom,  he  turns  towards  his  home,  by  a  dread- 
ful feeling  driven, 

Knowing  that  only  by  God's  own  hand,  could  the  rocks 
and  tombs  be  riven, 

And  shading  his  eyes,  from  the  lightning's  glare,  with  a 
pale  and  ghastly  face, 

Without  bidding  adieu  to  his  little  ones,  he  starts  on  his 
fearful  race. 

He  crosses  Jordan's  stormy  banks,  and  stands  by  Mount 
Nebo, 

Breathes  a  prayer  to  the  Spirit  of  Moses,  but  alas,  he 
must  "  onward  go." 

Away  o'er  the  land  of  the  Father's,  and  across  the  Eu- 
phrates, 

Wandering  among  the  children  of  Shem,  'till  he  stands 
by  the  China  seas; 

Far  up  in  the  Stanovoi  mountains,  where  theEagle  builds 
his  nest, 

With  no  sound,  save  the  glaciers  breaking,  to  trouble  the 
wanderer's  rest. 

He  would  gladly  stop,  but  he  cannot,  for  high  o'er  his 
head  gleams  the  sword, 

And  he  sees  again  in  the  Heavens,  the  form  of  his  cruci- 
fied Lord. 

And  chased  by  that  sight  and  the  Demons  who  follow 
him  night  and  day, 


OR   THE   FULFILMENT   OF  PROPHECY.  11 

He  rushes  headlong  from   the  mountain,  and  goes  on  his 

^  ceaseless  way. 

Over  the  frozen  Siberian  snows,  far  away  by  the  Northern 

Pole, 
He  stands  on  the  edges  of  the  continent,  where  the  Polar 

oceans  roll, 
And  thinks  he  can  surely  stop  in  the  waste,  and  lay  him 

down  and  die, 
But  a  voice,  through  the  howling  storm,   says,  "  Haste" 

and  the  fiery  sword  gleams  high. 
He  crosses  the  Ice,  with  the  red  man  and  bear,   who  turn 

with  wondering  eye, 
But  they  let  him  pass  "  cm"  as  they  crouch  in  fear,  while 

his  "cross  marked"  feet  go  by. 
He  hurries  down  through  the   Oregon    plains,    and  stops 

by  the  Shoshone  falls, 
And  longs  to  plunge  from  their  towering  height,  but  the 

dreadful  voice  still  calls, 
"  Go  on,"  above  the   deafening   roar  of   seething  waters 

and  spray; 
Pie  cannot  bathe  his  blood  marked  brow,  or  for  a  moment 

stay, 
But  "  ow,"  through  the  wild  Apache  plains,  to  the  soil  of 

Mexico,  ^ 
Popocatapetl's  height  he  slowly  gains,  to  see  where  next  to 


Through  the  sickly  swamps  of  Panama,  where  the  chat- 
tering monkeys  hung, 
From  the  cocoa  trees,  and  stared  at  him,  as  over  his  head 

they  swung. 

In  "  Terra  del  Fuego,"  the  torrid  land  of  fire, 
He  feels  the  fever  in  his  veins,  and  thinks  he  must  expire; 
But  far  away  by  the   Southern  pole,  there  is  a  fearful 

sight! 
For,  hanging  in  the  very  heavens,  in  glittering  gems  of 

light, 
There  is  a  cross  !   He  Drives  a  scream  and  draws  his  mantle 


o  er 


12  THE  WANDERING   JEW; 

His  bloodshot   eyes,  and  rushes  on  to  the  broad  Atlantic 

shore, 
And  plunging  in,  as  the  breakers  roll  upon  the  sandy 

beach, 

He  hopes  to  ease  Ids  burning  soul,  far  out  of  human  reach. 
But  no  !  They  toss  him  wildly  back  upon  the  hated  shore, 
And  the  dreadful  voice  again  says   "  Go,  go  on  for  ever- 
more!" 
With   sickening  dread  again  he   starts,  o'er  mountains, 

forests,  plains, 
Through  the  :f:red  men's  haunts  again  he  goes,  and  the 

Arctic  circle  gains. 

To"Greenland'sIcyinountains,"andIceland1sfrozeusnow, 
Into  her  boiling  Geysers,  he  tries  in  vain  to  go. 
But  they  vornit  him  back  with  a  dreadful  roar   and  a 

horrid,  sulphurous  smell, 
Behind,  the  Demons  hurry  him  "  on,1'  before,  they  point 

to  Hell!! 
He  enters  a  ship  to  cross  the  seas,  and  as  the  storm  sweeps 

past, 
He  longs  to  bury  beneath   the  waves  his  toil  worn  form, 

at  last. 
The  ship  goes  down  on  the  rock  bound  shore,  and  all  but 

him  are  lost, 
On  Caledonia's  rugged  coast,  the  wretched  Wanderer's 

tossed. 
Then  over  the  heather  and  through  the  moor,  to  Britta- 

nia's  fog  girt  shore,f 

He  goes,  ever  hearing  the  dread  command,  "go  on  for- 
ever more  /" 
And  then  in  the  caves  and  hollow  trees,  where  lived  the 

Druids  of  old, 
He  tells  his  story  on  bended  knees,  and  begs  them  their 

rites  to  hold. 
That  on  their  altars  of  stone  they  lay, "with  the  oak  and 

mistletoe  bough, 

*  North  America.         t  A.  D.  50. 


OE  THE  FULFILMENT   OF   PROPHECY.  13 

His  weary  body,  and  humbly  pray  that  God  would  take 

him  now. 
It  could  not  be,  he  must  up  and  "cw,"  and  cross  the  sea 

again, 
And  enter  once  more  the  cities  fair,  and  the  busy  haunts 

of  men, 
Down  through  the  sunny  land  of  France,  away  to  the 

southern  shores, 

Across  the  Mediterranean  sea,  to  where  the  Tiber  pours 
Pier  muddy  waters'  from  her  mouths,  as  to  the  sea  they're 

whirled, 
Past  old  imperial  Rorna,  proud  mistress  of  the  world. 

As  he  nears  her  wide  Campagna,-  on  a  dark  and  gloomy 

night, 

Suddenly  the  horizon  is  blazing  with  a,  fearful,  lurid  light.* 
The  startling  cry  of  "Fire"!  is  heard  on  every  side, 
While  shouts  and  imprecations  are  echoed  far  and  wide. 
And,  high  above  them  all,  the  roaring  of  the  flames, 
As  they  near  the  Amphitheatre,  where  Nero,  with    his 

games, 

Made  a  jockey  of  himself,  and  rode  his  own  horse  races, 
For  three  hundred  thousand  fools  with  their  sea  of  grin- 
ning faces. 

The  "Obelisks"  are  lighted,  as  the  waves  of  Fire  roll  on, 
And  stand  in  awful  grandeur,  seeming  to  look  upon 
Destruction,  as  it  gathers  new  strength  in  its  advance, 
The  People  view  their  temples  fall,  and  stand  as  in  a 

trance  ;    . 

On  "the  seven  hills, "the  lurid  glare  is  lighting  every  sido  ; 
Alexander  on  Bucephalus,  his  marble  horse,  doth  ride, 
And 'on  Mount  Viminalis  the  osiers  green  are  seen; 
And  grandly  looms  the  Tarpeian  rock,  where  of  old  the 

sly  Sabine, 

Led  on  by  Roman  virgin,  entered  the  Roman  walls, 
And  by  their  lawless  violence   made  trouble  in  Roman 

halls. 
*  (The  Burning  of  Rome.  -A.  D.  64.) 


14  THB  WANDERING   JEW; 

Oh !  shall  those  noble  Forums  where  the  old  Penates  stand, 
'    With  their  temples  and  their  colonnades  and  triumphal 

arches  grand, 

Fall  before  the  fiery  demon  as  it  nears  the  Pantheon; 
Its  Peristyle  and  columns,  its  marbles  and  its  dome, 
Its  pavement  by  Agrippa  built,  by  the  Caesars  trodden  on, 
The  grandest  of  the  Pagan  shrines,  in  grander  ancient 

Rome  ? 
On  come  the  forked  tongues  of  flame,  sweeping  past  the 

dungeon  walls 

Of  the  great  "Mamertine  prisons,'1  within  whose  dark- 
some halls 
Perished  many  a  human  being,  whose  piteous  sighs  and 

groans 
Grew  fainter  still  and  weaker,  as  they  "wore  away  to 

bones." 
'Though  eight  hundred  thousand  tons   of  the  "enemy  of 

Fire" 
Rolled  through  the  Claudian  aqueduct,  yet  still  the  flames 

rose  higher; 
For  those  luxurious  people,   ground  down  by  Tyrant's 

power, 

Could  only  stand  and  look  with  awe  upon  their  evil  hour. 
While  on  MecaBna's  lofty  pile,  with  devilish  joy  and  fiddles 

clang, 
Of  burning  Troy  and  ruin  wide,  the  hateful  tyrant  Nero 

sang. 
(Not  much  like  Trojan  prince  was  he,  ensconced  in  safety 

there, 

Not  much  like  ^Eneas  of  old,  who  did  his  father  bear. 
Upon  his  brawny  shoulders,  from  the  flames  of  burning 

Troy, 

And  grieved  to  see  the  Grecians,  loved  Troas  thus  de- 
stroy.) 

Now  Pyramids  and  Porticoes  and  marble  columns  stand, 
In  blackened  ruins  everywhere-,  and  now  heard  on  every 

hand 
The  murmurs  of  the  populace,  that  begin  to  fill  the  air. 


OR   THE   FULFILMENT  OF   PROPHECY.  15 

He  tells  them  that  the  Christians,  in  their  humble  place 

of  prayer, 

Are  plotting  dark  conspiracies,  and  must  be  hunted  out; 
So  after  them  they  rush,  with  a  deafening,  hellish  shout, 
And  some  are  sewed  in  wild  beast  skins,  by  savage  dogs 

are  torn  ; 
Some  are  covered  o'er  with  wax,  and  to  Nero's  gardens 

borne, 
And  burned,  while  some   are  crucified    and  torn  from 

limb  to  limb  ! 

Ahashuerus  glances  'round,  and  longs  with  strange  desire, 
To  share  the  Tyrant's  fury   and  with  them  to  expire. 
"  I  am  a  Christian  too,"  he  said, "  and  do  my  crosses  bear, 
"  Just  look  at  the  marks  my  feet  have  made,  upon  your 

Roman  mire! 
Thou  hateful   Tyrant,    'drunk    with  blood!'     I  will  be 

crucified  ! 
Would  God !  that  with  the  martyrs  too,  I  long  ago  had 

died  !" 
Lo  !  Nero  starts  with  horror  back,  as  he  sees  the  blood 

marked  place 
Upon  his  brow,  and  his  long  white  beard   hanging   from 

his  haggard  face. 

He  turns  away,  he's  sick  of  blood,  and  feels  as  if  he'd  fall: 
A  Roman  soldier  meets  him  and  presents  tlielieadofPaid! 
*  *  *  z*  *  ,  * 

*  :•:  *  *  * 

"No  hope  for  me,  I  cannot  die,   'though   much   I  covet 

death ; 
"  Oh,  would  that  God  would  pity  me,  and  take  my  weary 

breath." 

With  heavy  heart  he  starts  again  along  the  Appian  way, 
To  where  the  mount  Vesuvius  looms  o'er  the  ISI  aples  Bay. 
He  treads  the  cool  mosaics  of  the  City  of  Pompeii, 
And  leans  o'er  her  marble  cisterns,  and  lists  to  the  rolling 

sea ; 
He  glances   at  Nero's   statue,  and   thinks  of  the  scenes 

just  passed, 


16  THE  WANDERING  JEW; 

Then  up  at  the   mountain's  angry  top,   while   his   heart 

beats  hard  and  fast, 

With  the  wish  that  the  Lava  now  would  pour, 
And  cover  him  up,  at  last. 
He  gazes  upon  the  frescoed  walls,  and  the  Temple  of 

Hercules, 
And  then   at  the  shrine  of  Isis,  where  her  priests  are 

waiting  in  ease  ; 

He  looks  upon  them  all  with  a  sort  of  vacant  stare, 
And  the  people  pause  and  shake  their  heads 
At  the  old  man  standing  there. 
A  kind-hearted,  generous  Israelite  hands  him  a  loaf  of 

bread, 
He  silently  takes  it, 'and  hurries  "on"  merely  nodding 

his  hoary  head. 

He  shrinks  away  to  the  suburbs,  the  very  picture  of  woe, 
Leaving  behind  him  Pompeii  and  the  Villa  of  Cicero. 
He  passes  along   by  the  vineyard   grounds,  where  the 

patient  oxen  slow, 
Turn  up  the  soil  with  their  heavy  plows,  as  yoked  by  the 

horns  they  go, 
And  Italia' s  peasants  pound  away,  with  all  their  might 

and  main, 
To  make  into  the  snowy  flour,  the  rest  of  the  last  year's 

^       grain. 

Or  whistling  loudly,  as  they  near  their  humble  rural  home,     • 
Returning  after  their  hard  days  work  on  the  Aqueducts 

of  Rome. 
As  he  journeys  along  to  the  south  afar,  Mount  Etna  looms 

in  sight, 
And  shines  in  the  dark,  like  the  lurid  star,*  they   have 

named  the  "God  of  Fight." 
He  quickens  his  pace,  he  has  thought  of  a  way  to  end  his 

troubles  now, 
And  soon  he  stands  on  that  crater's  mouth,  by  the  terrible 

mountain's  brow ; 

*  Mars. 


OB  THE  FULFILMENT  OF  PROPHECY.  17 

("For  he  travels  faster  than  others  do,  and  gets  over 

time  and  space, 
"With  the  speed  of  the  wind  in  the  hurricane,  while 

rifnning  his  fearful  race.") 
He  looks  aloft  and  sees  that  Form,  that  ever  haunts  his 

brain, 
Then  headlong  bounds  in  the  fiery  flood,  but   is  soon 

thrown  back  again. 

AHASHUEKUS'  DKEAM. 

He  lay  long  time  in  stunned  repose,  dreaming  he'd  been 

to  Hell;  f 

And  that,  as  "Charon"  ferried  him  o'er,  in  darkness,  to 

the  other  shore, 

And  Cerberus  barked  with  his  centum  head, 
And  he  felt  his  senses  freeze  with  dread 
At  the  discordant  sound   of  sob  and  yell; 
An  idea  in  his  mind  had  birth, 
That  he'd  rather  endure  his  "  hell  on  earth," 
Then  encounter  the  dreadful  scenes  within, 
That  dread  abode  of  despair  and  sin  ! 
That  drop  of  comfort  was  like  to  him, 
A  sparkling  goblet,  filled  to  the  brim, 
To  the  thirsty  traveller's  eye. 
And  he  thought,  perhaps,  should  he  patiently  try 
His  heavy  load  to  bear, 
That  God  would  finally  let  him  die, 
And  for  that  he  breathed  a  prayer. 


18  THE   WANDEKING  JEW; 

CANTO   II. 

(The  Destruction  of  Jerusalem.— A.  D.  70.) 


length,  in  the  light  of  the  Nisan  moon,  he  stands 

on  Zion's  hill. 
But  hark  !  What  echoes  reach  his  ear?  What  sounds  the 

hill  sides  fill? 
Groans   rise,    as  if   from    one    vast   throat,    and    horrid 

stenches  come, 
Borne  on  the  breeze,  with  the  sounds  of  war,  and  the  roll 

of  the  heavy  drum. 

And  looking  'round  upon  the  hills,  there  is  a  long  array 
Of  helmets,  like  the  ones  he  saw  on  crucifixion  day  ! 
Oh!  'Tis  a  dread  Passover,  they're  keeping  down  below; 
They  who  follow   "  John   and  Simon,"  are  runnning  to 

and  fro, 

To  snatch  from  dying  lips  a  little  piece  of  bread, 
And  tear  the  clothes,  in  their  wild  search,  e'en  from  the 

stiffening  dead !  ! 

Antonia's  tower  is  crumbling  now,  its  foundations  over- 
thrown, 
While   bank  on  bank  the  Romans  raise,  with   dead  and 

dying  strewn; 
The  cloisters  blaze,  for  the  maddened  Jews  their  temple 

will  not  save  ; 

Josephus  begs  them  to  come  out,  as  Jehoiachim  the  brave, 
Before  the  king  of  Babylon,  beyond  the  city  wall, 
For  Caesar  could  not  bear  to  see  God's  Holy  Temple  fall. 
But  all  in  vain!    The  starving  reel  like  drunken  men,  like 

mad  dogs  stagger  past 
In  search  of  some  vile  garbage,  with  which  to  break  their 

fast, 
While  styoes  and  girdles,  leather  shields,  and  even  wisps 

of  hay, 


OB  THE   FULFILMENT  OF  PROPHECY.  19 

Are  quickly  chewed,  and  remnants  hid  in  bosoms  gaunt, 

away. 

An  infant  hangs  on  Mary's  breast,  in  innocence  it  smiles, 
As  a  few  drops  trickling  down  its  throat,  its  little  thirst 

beguiles ; 
What  madness  takes  that  mother  now,  as  she  slays  her 

little  son, 
And  roasting  his  poor,  bony  limbs,  devours  them  one  by 

one? 

Demoniac  zealots  scent  the  food,  and  rushing  madly  in, 
Demand  a  share,  but  turn  away  in  horror  at  the  sin. 
The  streets  are  running  red  with  gore,  and,  hark  !  the  fire 

brands  snap, 

And  soon  the  fiery  demon  will  the  Holy  Temple  wrap. 
The  wanderer  looks  around  him  with  a  sort  of  secret  joy, 
And  thinks,  mid  all  this  carnage,  he  can  himself  destroy. 
And  dashing  headlong  down  the  steep,  towards  the  waves 

of  fire, 

He  plunges  in,  but  strange  to  say,  before  him  they  retire! 
He  turns  to  the  Roman  soldiers,  in  hopes  they'll  pierce 

him  through, 

Instead  of  that  he  's  taken  up,  and  sent  o'er  Cedron  too. 
He  draws  his  ragged  mantle  across  his  starting  eye, 
Then  turns  his  head  from  Calvary,  and  hurries  quickly  by. 
And,  resting  a  moment  at  Olivet,  whose  height  he  dare 

not  climb, 
(Where  the  "Man  of  sorrows  and  acquainted  with  grief" 

had  sat  in  the  olden  time, 
And  wept  as  he  told  of  Jerusalem's  fate,  whose  children 

he  would  have  covered, 
As  a  hen  would  cover  her  helpless  brood,  when  destruction 

o'er  it  hovered.) 

The  wanderer  thinks  of  the  Saviour's  words  to  the  weep- 
ing women  around, 
As  they  saw  him  reel  with  his  heavy  load,  and  fall  to  the 

stony  ground. 

"Jerusalem's  daughters!  weep  not  for  me,  but  for  your- 
selves and  children  there, 


20  THE  WAKDFEING  JEW; 

"For  blessed  be  the  paps  that  never  gave  suck,  and  the 

wombs  that  never  bare; 

"  In  that  time  that  will  come,  when  ye  shall  say, 
"Fall  on  us,  oh!  mountain  and  hill, 
"  And  cover  us  from  the  dreadful  sounds, 
"The  walls  of  Jerusalem  fill"!! 
A  gleam  of  repentance  shoots  through  his  soul,  the  first 

for  many  a  day, 
As  through  his  brain  remembrances  roll,  but  he  feels  he 

cannot  stay; 
And  girding  his  loins,  and  taking  his  staff,  he  starts  on 

his  dreary  tramp, 
And  soon  is  far  away  from  the  sound  and  the  din  of  the 

Roman  camp. 

Covered  with  dust,  and  burning  with  thirst,  the  wand- 
erer stops  by  Samaria's  well; 

A  woman  asks  from  whence  he  come,  can   he  news  from 
Jerusalem  tell? 

"Oh  !    dreadful  news  do  I  bring  with  me,   Jerusalem's 
glory  thou'lt  no  more  see, 

"For  her  temples  and  towers  are  all  laid  low,  and  her 
children  forth  to  slavery  go, 

"  To  wander  as  outcasts,  afar  through  the  earth 

"  And  curse  the  day  that  gave  them  birth" 

"You  seem  very  old,"  the  woman*  said,  "did  you  ever 
hear  of  the  Lord? 

"My  grandmother  told  me,  who  now  is  dead,  that  she 
heard  him  preach  the  word 

"  Of  life  to  thousands,  who  followed  Him   then,  and  she 
followed  Him  on  to  Calvary,  when 

"  They  nailed  Him  on  the  dreadful  tree,    and  she  stood 
by  his  mother  and  Mary  to  see, 

"Them,  'cast  lots  for  His  vesture  and  His  raiment  part,1 
and  pierce  his  side  with  the  cruel  dart, 

"Until  there  poured  forth  a  crimson  flood; 

"Upon  us  and  our  children  be  His  blood, 
*  The  grand  daughter  of  Mary  of  Magdula  called  Mary  Magdalene. 


OK  THE  FULFILMENT   OF   PROPHECY.  21 

"They  cried,  and  each  wagged  his  hateful  head, 

"  Until  dark  grew  the  sun,  and  an  earthquake  dread." 

"Hold  woman!  I  saw,  Oh,  God,  I  saw  it  all," 

And  the  poor  old  man  seemed  about  to  fall, 

He  leaned  for  support  on  the  deep  well's  brink, 

While  she  filjed  her  pitcher,  and  bade  him  drink, 

And  as  he  went  "  on"  she  knew  not  why, 

He  gazed  aloft  with  a  staring  eye, 

For  up  in  the  Heavens  blue  canopy 

He  saw  a  sight,  she  could  not  see! 

And  now  he  is  wandering  "on"  again, 

With  heavy  heart  he  enters  Nain, 

A  sad  procession  winds  along,  a  woman  walks  in  the 
weeping  throng, 

He  asks  who's  borne  upon  the  bier? 

She  answers  as  she  wipes  a  tear,  "  A  widow's  son!  No  Je- 
sus here, 

To  raise  him  from  the  dead! 

Or  walk  about  the  streets  of  Nain,  to  heal  the  sick  and 
soothe  the  pain, 

Of  the  sinful  wanderer  turned  again,  or  give  his  followers 
bread." 

She  does  not  see  the  fearful  look  upon  her  listener's  face, 

He  heaves  a  sigh  and  then  moves  "on," his  never  ending 
race. 

He  stands  by  the  shore  of  the  placid  lake,  in  the  land  of 
Galilee, 

Where  Mary  of  Magdala  lived,  who  was  the  last  to  see 

Her  Lord  enclosed  within  the  tomb,  and  the  first  to  see 
Rabboni  rise, 

In  glory  from  its  gloom. 

Where'er  his  wandering  footsteps  turn,  he  hears  of  Jesus' 
name, 

That  he  was  ever  "doing  good,"  his  followers  all  pro- 
claim! 

The  wanderer  longs  in  vain  to  go,  where  he  can  ne'er  be 
seen, 


22  THE   WANDEKING   JEW; 

And  where  heUl  never  hear  the  name  of  the  "  lowly  Naza- 

rene." 

Anywhere,  anywhere  on  the  world's  wide  scene, 
Where  he'll  never  hear  of  the  Nazarene  !  ! 

He  next  ascends  Mount  Carmel's  heights,  and  stands 
like  tree  forlorn, 

A  gnarled  old  trunk,  of  all  the  leaves,  and  shapely 
branches  shorn; 

He  looks  towards  the  Western  Sea,  and  longs  to  lie  below 

Its  cold  blue  waves;  it  cannot  be,  he  must  ever  "  onward 
go." 

He  turns  towards  the  Orient,  where  Jordan's  banks  are 
seen, 

And  like  a  winding  silver  thread,  old  Jordan  rolls  be- 
tween ; 

Far,  far  beyond  the  "  Dead  Sea  Lake,"  many  thousand 
feet  below, 

Away  beyond  Jerusalem,  as  far  as  eye  can  go; 

And  then  around  the  mountain's  brow,  in  the  quiet  solemn 
night, 

All  nature  calm,  and  still  below,  in  the  beams  of  the  cold 
moonlight. 

Only  within  his  own  sad  breast  do  the  fires  of  unrest  burn, 

On  mountain's  height,  in  deserts  wild,  wherever  he  may 
turn. 

"Ha!  What  is  this  I  stumble  on,"  Abash uerus  said, 

"My  family  were  buried  here,  who  all  are  long  since 
dead; 

"Skulls!  three,  six,  nine!  Ah!  you  could  die,  why  can- 
not I  ? 

"IM1  break  your  rest  so  fine  !  ! 

"There,  there  you  go  !  Go  bounding  down  the  moun- 
tain's rocky  side 

"  Into  the  chasm  deep  below  and  forever  from  me  hide, 

"  Thou  grinning  skulls,  that  seem  to  mock  me  in  my  agony, 

"  You'll  rest  down  there,  while  I  away,  must  ever  toander- 
ing  be." 


OR  THE  FULFILMENT   OF   PttOPHECY.  23 

"0«,  on,''  he  goes  to  the  vales  below,  toward  the  East 

away, 
Until  on  the  plains  of  Jericho  his  wandering  footsteps 

stray ; 

vVnd  then  by  Bethabara's  ford  (where  Joshua,  son  of  Nun, 
Led  the  tribes  across  to  the  promised  land,  and  landed 

every  one 

In  safety  on  fair  Canaan's  shore,  by  Jericho's  high  wall, 
Which,  at  the  sound  of  the  battering  ram,  did  quick  in 

ruins  fall.) 
lie   cast  one  lingering  look  behind,  towards  his  native 

Ian  d, 
Then  crossed  the  Jordan's  flood  again,  and  the  burning 

desert's  strand. 

Far  up  on  the  Tigris  River,  where  the  City  of  Ninus  lies, 
Buried  in  the  sands  of  ages,  impelled  by  despair  lie  flies; 
And  stands  by  the  tomb  of  Jonah  who,  by  Jehovah  sent, 
Called  on  the  ancient  Ninevans  to  turn  them  and  repent; 
And  God  in  mercy  spared  them  for  a  time,  and  heard  their 

prayer. 
"Oh!  why  did  not  Jerusalem  turn,  when  a  greater  than 

Jonah  was  there!" 
Thus  he  thought  as  he  looked  around  him,  desolation  on 

every  hand, 
While  the  "  comorant*  sang  in   the  windows,   and  the 

beasts  lay  down  in  the  sand." 

He  started  again  on  his  travels,  on  the  top  of  Ararat, 
Where  the  Ark  of  Noah  rested,  in  silence  and  gloom  he 

sat; 
No  dove  brings  an  "olive"   to  him,  but  deluge  like  over 

his  soul, 

With  the  memory  of  what  he  has  lost,  the  floods  of  regret- 
fulness  roll, 

Next  he  stands  by  the  palace  of  Jeinsheed,  in  the  Persian 

land  afar, 
*  Zephaniab,  Chap.  11.  v.  14. 


24  THE   WANDERING  JEW; 

Gazing  up  at  the   "  Forty  Pillars,"  lofty  pillars  of  Chil- 

minar; 
Whose  Sphinxes  looked  down  for  ages  on    the   tramping 

of  hostile  foes, 
On  the  crowds  that  worshipped  the  sun,  or  kept  the  "Feast 

of  Noo  Roze."* 
Where  'er  he  turns  the  ruins  gray,  on   which    the    night 

dews  fall, 

Silently  whisper  the  truth,  that  he  is  the  saddest  ruin  of  all. 
For  theirs  is  the  ruin  of  matter,  they  feel  not  the  elements 

roll, 
They  feel  not  the  winds  that  beat   them,    but  his   is  the 

ruin  of  soul. 
With  a  sigh  he  gathers  his  robe    and  bows    his  head   in 

prayer, 
And  bids  farewell  to  the  Sphinxes,  the  silent  sentinels  there. 

Away  to  the  rapid    "Indus,"   whose  broad,  deep   waters 

are  rolled 
From  the  towering  Himaleh  mountains,   o'er   beds    that 

shine  with  gold; 

Where  the  Assyrian  queen,  with  mock  Elephants  seen, 
And  Darius  with  camels  untold, 
"  Alexander  the  Great,"  on  Bucephalus  grand, 
Seemed  each  by  the  wide  river  told, 
Thus  far  shall  thou  come  and  no  farther  can  go, 
"But  in  the  future,  as  ages  are  rolled, 
"A  people  shall  come  from  their  Western  home,f 
"  And  gather  our  sands  of  gold." 

"They  '11  tell  us  by  lightning,  what  day  they'll  arrive. 
"No  use  for  the  caravan  slow, 

"Steam  horses  will  pant  and  snort  o'er  the  plains, 
"  As  from  Hongkong  to  Joppa  they  go." 

Wandering  around  the  Punjaub  plain,  through  the   wav- 
ing cotton  bolls, 

*  See  Persepolis  in  the  "Ruins  of  Ancient  Cities"— Charles  Bucke* 
t  The  English  and  Americans. 


OR   THE   FULFILMENT    OF   PROPHECY.  25 

Where  the  rice  fields  yield  the  staff  of  life,  to  where   the 

jungle  holds, 

The  fiery  tiger  glaring  through  the  jungle  palisade, 
By  the  prickly  shrub,  and  thorny   brush    and   lofty  cane 

trees  made. 
From  the  pleasant  shade   of  the   Banyan  tree,   and  the 

dreary  deserts  sand, 
Where  the  "  Mirage"  *  mocks  the  longing   eye,    and  the 

touch  of  the  burning  hand; 

Near  a  little  desert  "oasis,1'  by  a  lonely  straw  hut  town, 
With  weary  limbs  and   burning  thirst,  the  traveler  lays 

him  down. 

And  oh!  what  happiness  to  find  a  watermelon  cool, 
By  the  ruined  wall  of  an  old  mud  fort,  close  by  a  muddy 

pool. 

The  soutn  winds  come  laden  with  sweets  from  afar, 
And  the  gales  with  aroma  blow  o'er, 
The  coasts,  like  the  breath,  from  spiced  Malabar, 
Of  maidens  in  far  Mangalore. 
Who  sigh  as  they  look  far  out  on  the  sea, 
For  their  lovers,  who  ventured  o'er, 
To  the  glittering  sands  of  "  Blest  Araby," 
And  mourn  that  they  come  no  more. 
Could  he  but  lie  in  that  grateful  shade,  under  the  Indian 

sky, 

'Though  far  from  his  native  land  he'd  strayed,  how  glad- 
ly would  he  die! 

Away  on  the  Northern  horizon,  a  row  of  pinnacles  stand, 
And   something  urges  him  to  "  go  on"   like    an    unseen 
threatening  hand. 

He  passes  the  temples  of  Delhi,  avoiding  the  homes  of 

men, 

Up  through  the  plains  of  Nepaul  to  the  pestilential  glen, 
Where  the  vapours  rise  from  the  dark  recess,  and  the  long 

grass  mournful  waves ; 

*  See  "The  Historical  and  descriptive  account  of  British  India,  by 
members  of  the  Hon.  East  India  Go's,   service." 


26  THE   WANDERING  JEW; 

The  Elephant  tramps  through  the  gloomy  shades,  and  the 
ground  is  covered  with  graves. 

For  the  plague  has  been  before  him,  and  reached  that 
dismal  place, 

But  is  destined  now  to  follow  him  "  o??,"  and  attend  him 
in  his  race. 

For  with  the  "  fell  destroyer,"  whom  men  the  Cholera  call, 

Where'er  he  stops,  the  thousands  like  leaves  in  autumn  fall. 

Higher  up  in  the  lofty  glens,  where  the  Jumna  and  Gang- 
es start, 

The  litchens  cling  to  the  jutting  rocks,  and  the  nimble 
chamois  dart, 

Far  off  to  the  "Happy  Valley,"  to  maidens  and  poets  dear, 

Where  the  roses  bloom,  in  rich  perfume  in  the  kingdom 
of  Cashmere; 

And  higher  still  from  the  snowy  peak,  ne'er  trod  by  the 
foot  of  man, 

Looking  down  on  the  village  of  Gantrontri  and  the 
plains  of  Hindoostan; 

Above  him  sigh  the  dark  old  pines,  beneath  the  cataract 
roars, 

As  the  loosened  stones  go  bounding  down  with  the 
melted  snow  that  pours, 

To  the  "Dewta's"  *  haunts  in  the  lonely  glen,  where  the 
Hindoo  pilgrims  stray, 

From  the  far  off  shores  of  Ilindoostan,  in  the  solitudes  to 
pray ; 

From  where  the  parted  Ganges  meets  the  Bay  of  Ben- 
-  gal's  foam, 

Where  the  ponderous  Elephant  ranges  and  the  Bengal 
tigers  roam; 

From  the  (oast  of  Coromandel,  where  the  tropical  sun- 
light pours, 

Its  fiercest  beams  on  the  arid  sands  of  the  hot  Oarnatic 
shores; 

*  Spirits,  in  Hindoo  mythology. 


OB  THE  FULFILMENT  OF  PROPHECY.  27 

From  the  spicy  hills  of  Malabar,  where  the  Betel  and 
palm  trees  grow, 

From  famed  Golconda's  cooler  plains,  with  gems  from 
the  glittering  mines, 

To  lay  at  the  feet  of  their  Deities,  and  deck  their  Pagan 
shrines; 

Those  pilgrims,  with  pious  thought  intent,  in  long  pro- 
cession go, 

Far  up  to  the  Himaleh  moun  tains,to  worship  "  Mahadeo."  * 

As  he  stood  and  looked  and  wondered,  where  next  his 
steps  would  stray, 

A  voice  on  that  mountain  thundered,  "go  07?,  your  cease- 
less way. " 

And  blinded  by  the  lightning,  that  played  round  the 
mountain's  crest, 

He  uttered  foi'th  an  anguished  cry,  that  God  would  give 
him  rest ! 

But  that  Ear  was  deaf  to  his  wailings,  that  even  in  mercy 
bends 

To  the  believing  Christian  mourner,  and  His  grace  and 
mercy  sends. 

With  a  sigh  and  a  look  to  the  Indian  sea,  and  one  to 
Jerusalem, 

He  descends  the  mountain's  rugged  side,  and  leaves  the 
land  of  Shem. 

Near  the  the  stream  of  the  yellow   "  Hoang  Ho,"  in  the 

City  of  Kae-foong-foo,f 

He  met  a  Hebrew  going  in, at  the  door  of  the"Lee-pai-sou.11J 
A  gleam  of  pleasure  darted  across  his  thin  old  face, 
Impulsively  he  started,  at  seeing  one  of  his  race. 
(Was  there  ever  a  man  whose  heart  did    not  beat,  when 

off  in  a  foreign  land, 

*  The  third  personage  in  the  Hindoo  Trinity,  whom  they  supposed 
to  have  thrown  up  the  Ilirnaleh,  for  a  retreat,  ou  withdrawing  from 
Ceylon.  See  "  British  India." 

fA.  D.  635. 

%  Synagogue — See  a  letter  of  Pere  Gonzani,  dated  1704,  in  a  History 
of  China,  by  John  Francis.  Davis  F.  R.  S.  Vol.  1st. 


28  THE   WANDERING   JEW; 

With  joy,  as  he  chanced  to  a  countryman  greet,  with  the 

grasp  of  a  friendly  hand  ?) 
With  reverence  low  and  filled  with    awe,  he    enters   the 

place  of  prayer, 
The  Veiled  Rabbi  reads  great   Moses'   law,    and  kneels 

beside  his  chair,* 
Where  rests  the  "  Ta-king"  sacred  book,  containing  God's 

commands, 
The  Hebrew's   guide,  in  his  wanderings  throughout  the 

Gentile  lands. 
The  prayers  are  o'er,  the  people  go,  each  one  to  his   own 

home ; 
He  lingers  long  in  the  sacred  porch,  no  one  asks  him  to 

come. 

But  turning  back, with  childish  grace, the  little  Rachael  said, 
"  Pa,  who's  that  man  with   the   ugly   face,  who   sighed 

when  the   Rabbi  read, 
"  The  sixth  commandment,  and  bowed  down  to  the  floor 

and  wept  aloud  ? 
"See!  There  he  is  in  the  door  just  now,  coming  out  behind 

the  crowd." 
"Some  traveler,  I  think,  my   daughter,  I'll  stop  and    ask 

his  name, 
"What  brought  him  here  and  where  he  goes,   also  from 

whence  he  came." 

"  Ahashuerus,  a  Hebrew!  and  from  Jerusalem! 
"My  Fathers  came  from  Judah  too,  many  long  years  ago, 
"They  passed  the  sea   and  desert  through,  six  hundred 

thousand  men  or  so, 
"As   forth   from    Egypt's  bondage    the  Lord  delivered 

them. 
"And  we're  His   'peculiar-):  people,'  and  no  matter  where 

we  stray, 

*"  When  they  read  the  Bible  in  their  synagogues,  they  cover  the  face 
with  a  transparent  veil  in  memory  of  Moses  who  descended  from  the 
Mount,  with  his  face  covered;  they  also  placed  the  sacred  Book  on 
the  chair  of  Moses."  See  the  letter  of  Pere  Gonzani,  dated  1704,  in 
the  History  of  China,  hy  John  Francis  Davis,  Vol.  1. 
t  1st  EI>.  of  Peter,  Chap.  11,  v.  9. 


OR   THE  FULFILMENT   OF  PROPHECY.  29 

"  He  will  ever  go  before  us,  and  guide  us  on  our  way. 
"Some  time  we'll  all  go  back  to  Zion's  hill  again, 
"And  see  our  dear  Jerusalem,  and  we'll  be  happy  then." 
"You'll  never  see  Jerusalem,"  Ahashuerus  said, 
"  Far  from  her  ruined  walls,  her  children  now  are  fled  ! 
"  For  the   haughty  Roman   victor  has  leveled  all    her 

towers, 
"And  Judah's  land  now  prostrate  lies  before  the  Pagan 

powers. 

"  A  holy  Prophet  *  came  from  God,  and  to  them  did  pro- 
claim, 
"That  their  Messiah  soon  would  come,  and  Jesus  was 

His  name. 

"And  they  would  not  believe  that  He  was  God's  own  son, 
" But  crucified  Him  with  two  thieves,  and    'knew  not 

what  they'd  done. ' 

"  The  Prophets  all  had  told  them  that  they  should  scat- 
tered be 
"Throughout  all  lands  and  nations,  and  roam  from  sea 

to  sea; 
"  But  return  and  build  Jerusalem,  when  prophetic  times 

expire, 
"And  acknowledge  Him  their  Saviour,  their  long  looked 

for  Messiah." 

"  When  did  all  this  happen  ?  "  said  Simon,  drawing  near, 
"  About  six  hundred  years  ago  !  "    With  face  now  white 

with  fear, 
Simon   drew  back,   his  hair  stood  up,  and  he  stared  in 

blank  amaze, 

To  hear  him  talk  of  centuries,  as  they  were  of  yesterdays. 
That  old  man  seemed  like  some  weird  Spirit  come  from 

another  world, 
Who  down  to  Hell,  or  near  it,  from  Heaven  had  been 

hurled  ; 

And  clasping  still  more  closely  his  little  Rachael's  hand, 
Simon,  by  degrees,  much  farther  off  did  stand. 

*  St.  John  the  Baptist. 


30  THE   WANDERING  JEW; 

"  When  did  you  leave  Judaea  ? ''  he  asked  the  aged  one. 
"  More  than  six  hundred  years  ago  I  began  my  race  to  run, 
"  For  I,  alas!  helped  nail  Him  upon  the  'accursed  tree,' 
"I'm  doomed  to  wander  till  he  comes;  oh  !  pray  it  soon 

may  be." 

He  ceased  to  speak  and  gazed  into  the  vaulted  sky, 
With  a  face  of  pallid  whiteness  and  a  wild  dilating  eye  ; 
He  started  towards  the  river,  as  if  seized  with  a  sudden 

whim, 
As  if  he  followed    something,  or    something  followed 

him  ; 
And  reaching  its  banks  now  weary,  with  feeble  steps  and 

slow, 
He  enters  a  barge,  and  slowly  sails  down  the  "Hoang-ho." 

He  sits  apart  from  the  crowd  of  jabbering  beings  on 

board, 
And  envies  the  poor  dead  baby  floating  by  on  its  empty 

gourd.* 
An  ominous  stillness   reigns  o'er  all,  the  black  clouds 

darken  the  thirsty  ground, f 
While  one  by  one  the  great  drops  fall,  and  are  followed 

soon  by  a  rushing  sound. 
The  thunder  rumbles  far  away  in  the  North,  the  forked 

lightnings  zig-zag  forth; 
The  river  has  burst  its  lawful  bound,  and  is  sweeping  its 

way  o'er  the  marshy  ground, 

Spreading  destruction  wide  around.  E'en  down  to  the  Yel- 
low Sea  shore, 
The  seething  waters  wildly  dash,  by  altars  and  temples 

reared, 
To  appease  the  dread  "Da-king,"    the  great  "Loong- 

wang  J  "  they  feared : 

*  It  is  thought  that  empty  gourde  are  tied  to  the  infants  of  Chinese, 
who  pass  their  lives  in  boats,  in  order  to  cause  them  to  float,  and  that 
it  is  a  mistake  to  suppose  them  guilty  of  infanticide. — See,  History  of 
China  Chap.  7th.  by  John  Francis  Davis. 
t  Storm  on  the  "  Hoang-ho." 
i  The  God  of  the  Rivers. 


OR  THE  FULFILMENT   OF  PROPHECY.  31 

And  rushing  by  Pagodas  high,  unmindful  of  the  Gods 

within, 
That  stand  in  niches  along  the  walls,  the  Mighty  "  Bhud- 

dha"  and<-Kuan-zin;"* 
They  deluge  the  fair  and  fertile  land  with  their  ruinous 

/overflow, 
Far  back  to  the  hills,  where  camelias  stand,  with  their 

sweet  flowers  white  as  snow. 

Hark  !  A  mysterious,  angry  roar  !    What  means  that  aw- 
ful sound  ? 
The  dread  "  Tae-foong  "  f  has  neared  the  shore  and  the 

mountain  billows  bound. 
The  frightened  sea  birds  sail  in  haste,  through  the  murky 

air,  o'er  the  boundless  waste 
Of  the  mighty  waters,  that  lash  with  foam,  the  junks  that 

afar  on  the  south  seas  roam. 

On  the  Nanking  tower  the  sun  is  shining,  gilding  its 

porcelain  tiles, 
The  clouds  are  showing  their  silver  lining,  and  nature  is 

wreathed  in  smiles; 
But  the  wanderer's  tossed  on  the  chopping  sea,  and  little 

cares  he  where  he  may  be; 
Whether  sunk  beneath  the  billowy  main,  or  swept  away 

with  the  hurricane  ! 

On  lone  Formosa's  sea-girt  isle  his  junk  is  stranded  high, 
Down  rush  a  horde  of  savages,  with  a  startling  develish 

cry. 
With  their  blackened  teeth  in  a  horrid  grin,  unmindful 

of  the  breakers'  foam, 
They  drag  the  frightened  sailors  in  the  boundaries  of 

their  mountain  home, 
And  as  the  crackling  fagots  burn,  and  they  whet  their 

glittering  knives, 
The  poor  souls  know  not  where  to  turn,  or  what  to  do  to 

save  their  lives ; 

*  An  important  female  divinity  in  Buddhist  mythology. 
tTyhoon  or  great  wind. 


32  THE   WANDERING  JEW; 

They  think  of  their  children  far  away,  of  their  loving 

wives  who  watch  and  pray 
For  their  health  and  safe  return. 
With  chattering  teeth  and  knocking  knees,  and  faces 

white  with  fear, 
Those  hardy  men,  in  the  mountain  breeze,  let  fall  a  silent 

tear, 

And  each  one  breathes  to  Heaven  a  prayer,  that  quick  re- 
lief may  reach  them  there, 
While  the  fagots  brightly  burn  ! 

Ahashuerus,  exulting  now,  at  the  sight  of  speedy  death, 
Confronts  those  knives  with  haughty  brow,  and  an  almost 

stifled  breath; 
But  they  turn  away  with  sneering  look,  his  heart  within 

him  sinks, 
And   the  sailors'  blood,  as  from  a  brook,  the  tattooed 

savage  drinks. 
Thinking  to  show  an   abject  fear,  and  his  turn  would 

sooner  come, 
He  heaves  a  sigh,  and  drops  a  tear;  but  with  an  under 

hum 
Of  earnest  tones,with  frightened  looks,  they  seem  inclined 

to  go, 
And  leave  their  roasts  and  stakes  untouched,  and  their 

grand  repast  forego. 
"Oh  !    'Tis  ever  thus,  from  that  evil  hour,  when  I  heard 

that  great  One  say, 
"  Though  you  ever  chase  grim  monster  Death,  from  you 

he'll  flee  away, 
"And,  ever  mocking,  lure  you  lon,    until  the  Judgment 

Day ! " 

Sadly  he  turns  to  the  Eastern  shore,  where  rolls  the 

Pacific  wave, 
Once  more  be  breathes  an  earnest  prayer,  that  it  may  be 

his  grave; 
And  wading  far  to  meet  the  tide,  with  outstretched  arms 

of  welcoming, 


OB   THE  FULFILMENT   OF  PEOPHECY.  33 

No  shr)  did  e'er  so  safely  ride,  when  into  harbour  hasten- 
ing. 

And  floating  on  with  cork-like  grace,  for  only  his  heart 
had  weight, 

He  knew  he  must  still  pursue  his  race,  and  patiently  bow 
to  fate. 

A  trading  junco  comes  along,  with  bellying  sails  and 
sailors  strong, 

And  quick  to  larboard  side  they  throng,  and  pull  the 
dripping  Avanderer  in. 

With  clothing  dry,  and  coffee  strong,  from  Java's  spicy 
land, 

And  pitying  look  and  wondering  eye,  those  honest  sailors 
stand, 

And  each  one  tries,  with  kindly  thought,  to  lend  a  help- 
ing hand. 

Then  driven  on  by  the  great  monsoon,  on  the  wings  of 

the  wind  the  junco  flew 
Away  to  the  Island  of  Yipangu.1 
Where  the  palaces  shine  with  burnished  gold,  and  dead 

men's  mouths  the  pink  pearls  hold,2 
Where  the  holy  Mias3    throng  the  way,  in  which  the 

solemn  "Bonzes ',4   pray, 
For  the  people  who  crowd  the  shaded  way,  to  strike  the 

sounding  gong5   within 
The  gate  of  Ixo,  blest  retreat,  where  once  a  year  the 

pilgrims  meet, 
To  pray  together  at  the  feet  of  "Tensio-dar-sin."  o 

1  Niphon,  or  Japan,  called  Yipangu  by  Marco  Polo. 

2  Marco  Polo  says  that  gold  was  so  plenty  that  the  roofs  of  some 
of  the  -Japanese  palaces  were  covered  with  a  plating  of  gold,  also  the 
ceilings  of  the  halls,  and  small  tables  of  pure  gold  were  used,  and 
that  one  part  of  tic  inhabitants  placed  a  large  pink  pearl  in  the 
mouths  of  the  corpses  on  burying  them. 

3  Temples. 

4  Priests. 

5  A  gong  hangs  within  the  gates  of  their  temples,  by  striking  which 
each  visitor  announces  his  arrival. 

6  The  reputed  mother  of  the  Japanese  nation,  a  demi-goddess  said 
to  have  been  bom  and  died  at  Isjc  or  Ixo. 


THE  WANDERING  JEW; 

Pie  stands  on  the  shores  of  the  "Sun  Source1  land,"  around 

him  a  sea  of  eyes, 
Not  one  in  all  that  sunburnt  band,  to  know  what  it  is  he 

cries. 
They  offer  him  "Saki,"2  rice  and  cake,  and  around  him 

pitying  stand, 
While   all  manner  of  signs  they  rapidly  make,  that  he 

must  leave  their  land. 
Not  knowing  their  laws,  he  turns  to  the  hills,  longing  to 

be  alone, 
But  quick  as  thought,  each  "  conch-shell"  3   fills  with  a 

startling  long  drawn  tone. 
Away  he  goes  o'er  bridges  and  streams,  and  after  him 

quick  they  fly, 
Like  a  "  will  o'  the  wisp,"  he  keeps  ahead  to  the  top  of 

Mount  Fusi. 
Astonished  and  baffled  their  leader  turns,  filled  with  a 

sinking  dread ; 
He  draws  his  keen  sword  4  twice  across  his  body  !    And 

life  has  fled  ! 

Ahashuerus  lays  him  down  on  the  sand-bright5  moun- 
tain's side, 

And  looks  at  the  waters  of  Jedo  Bay,  where  they  meet 
the  Pacific  tide ; 

He  can  hear  the  distant  billows  roar,  as  they  dash  on 
Kana-gawa's  shore, 

Sounding,  sounding,  evermore,  in  a  saddening  monotone, 

Seeming  to  say,  with  a  threatening  sound, 

Thou  must  keep  "on"  going  the  world  around, 

1  The  Chiuese  named    the  Island  of  Japan  "  Jih-pun-quo,"    or 
u  Sun  Source  kingdom."     See  "  Japan,"  by  R.  Hildreth. 

2  A  spirituous  liquor  made  of  rice. 

3  Account  of  Fernam  Mendez   Pinto,as  to  the  Japanese  mode  of 
calling  "  to  arms."     Sec  "  Hildreth's  Japan." 

4 The  Japanese  method  of  committing  suicide,  when  anticipating 
any  disgrace,  to  secure  the  property  from  confiscation  and  family 
from  death. 

5  The  sides  of  Mount  Fusi  are  covered  with  a  bright  dazzling  sand*. 
See  "  Hildreth's  Japan." 


OB  THE  FULFILMENT  OF  PROPHECY. 

The  Andalusian  coral  and  the  Catalonian  pearl, 

The  silks  and  oils  and  spices  from  the  far  off  Eastern 

world, 
Are  brought  to  deck  the  ancient  town  that  stands  upon 

the  river, 
Where   hamlets  line  its  fertile   banks,    the  famed    old 

"  Gaudelquiver," 
On  which  the  palace  of  Zahra*  stands,  with  its  ceilings 

of  steel  and  gold, 
And  its  columns  of  granite  and  marble  grand,  its  silver 

fountains  pure  and  cold: 
While  the  light  of  a  thousand  lamps  flashed  out,  and  the 

famous  pearl  f  was  hung 

CVerthe  basin  of  alabaster,  and  the  rose  and  jasmine  clung, 
And  mingled  their  sweets  with  the  orange,  the  myrtle 

and  laurel  and  lime, 
With  their  "  sweet  scented  mates  of  the  garden,"  that 

grew  in  that  sun  bright  clime. 
To  the  gate  of  this    "  City  of  Love  "  many  peoples  did 

tribute  bring, 
On  which  stood  the  Statue  of  Zahra,  lovely  wife  of  the 

Saracen  king. 

The  lamps  of  the  mosque  are  lighted,  and  flash  o'er  the 

sculptured  gold, 

Far  up  to  the  burnished  ceilings  the  columns  of  jasper  hold. 
And  while  the  solemn  caliphs  their  feast  of  BeirarnJ  keep, 
He  thinks  of  the  sacred  Passover  he  kept  in  the  days 

of  old ; 
And  with  a  great  homesickness  he   longs  once  more  to 

stand 
By  the  "Hill  of  dear  old  Zion,"  away  in  his  native  land. 

Then   through  the  pass  of  Koncesvalles,    across  the 
Pyrenese, 

*  Wife  of  Abramus  III. 

t  "  The  famous  Pearl,"  presented  to  the  Caliph  by  the  Emperor 
Leo. 

J  Beiram,  a  sacred  Mohammedan  feast  which  corresponds  with  the 
Passover  of  the  Jews. 


40  THE  WANDEEING   JEW; 

Where  Hispania's  sweetly  scented  gales  meet,  the  hardier 

Northern  breeze, 
The  wanderer  finds  his  weary  way  across  the  Freeman's  * 

lands, 
And  down  the  wide  Flaminian  w^ay,  once  more  in  Home 

he  stands! 
What  changes  have  a  thousand  years  made  within  her 

ruined  walls, 

As  if  he  had  a  thousand  ears,  the 'blood  of  martyrs  calls, 
From  hill  and  dale  and  marshy  ground,  where  Roma's 

ruined  columns  lie, 
In  sad  confusion  all  around;  but  one  old  landmark  meets 

his  eye: 

The  Pantheon  of  other  days  is  standing  grimly  still. 
But  where  are  all  the  statues  gone,  of  the  Gods  of  the 

Heathen  world  ? 

The  great  avenging  Jupiter  j-  from  his  recess  is  hurled! 
He  turns  away!    All,  all  is  change;    there  stands   the 

Coliseum, 

Stupenduous  pile,  that  has  been  reared  since  centuries  ago, 
He  walked  away  from  burning  Rome  to   "wander  to 

and  fro." 

The  crucifix  is  standing,  where  the  gladiator's  groans 
Ascended  from  the  bloody  sands,  as  the  tiger  crushed  his 

bones. 

And  o'er  that  wide  arena  melancholy  silence  reigns, 
Where  once  was  heard  the  clank  of  the  tortured  victim's 

chains. 

On  the  ruins  of  Caesar's  palace,  on  the  top   of  the  Pala- 
tine hill, 
Where   the  Golden   house   of  Nero   (whose    Bacchanal 

sounds  are  still) 

Stood  in  the  days  long  past;  he  is  seated 
And  in  anguish  he  suddenly  cries: 
Oh,  where  can  I  go,  and  repeated, 

*  Franks,  signifying  Freemen. 

t  Statue   of  Jupiter.     See  extract   from  Dr.  Clark  in  Vol.  1st  of 
Charles  Bueke's  "  Ruins  of  Ancient  Cities." 


OB  THE  FULFILMENT  OF   PROPHECY.  41 

He  hears  the  word  "go",  by  the  echoes, 
And  away  to  the  South  he  flies. 

Another  change  is  before  him,  for  what  does  he  now  see? 
A   great   black   plain    is   stretching   where  once   stood 

Pompeii! 

One  look  of  wonder,  why  it  is  thus! 
One  glance  at  dark  Vesuvius; 
One  vain  regret  that  he  cannot  be 
Beneath  the  ashes  of  Pompeii. 
And  then  he  wanders  around  the  tomb 
Of  Alexander  the  Great,  whose  rest,  without  dream, 
Is  not  disturbed  by  the  Jackal's  scream 
As  it  prowls  around  in  the  catacomb, 
In  the  once  proud  City,  of  which  the  fame 
Spread  as  far  o'er  the  world  as  it's  founder's  name; 
Now  "fallen,  fallen"  in  mighty  decay! 
Broken  columns  and  obelisks  encumbering  the  way, 
Where  in  mournful  pageant,  slow,  slow  o'er  the  scene, 
Wound  the  grandest  funeral  that  ever  has  been. 
The  famed  Cleopatra  no  more  waves  her  fan, 
Attended  by  Iras  and  fond  Charmian, 
While  she  makes  the  soldier  forget  country  and  home, 
And  the  wife  of  his  bosom  in  far  off  Rome. 
The  monument  is  crumbled,  which  resounded  with  her  cry, 
As,  with  "I'm  dying, Egypt, dying!"*  the  warrior  closed 

his  eye 
On  the  world  with  all  its  pomp,   all  its  love  and   all  its 

glory, 
And  left  the  sage  and  poet  to  tell  his  mournful  story. 

From  the  top  of  the  Cheops  Pyramid  he  views  the 

Memphian  sands, 
Fast  filling  up  the  wondrous  Lake,f  built  by  the   busy 

hands 
Of  the  quiet  mummies  sleeping  within  their  catacombs, 

*  Shakespeare's  "Anthony  and  Cleopatra." 
t  Lake  Mceris. 


42  THE   WANDERING   JEW; 

Now  the  equals  of  the  mighty  kings  in  their  subterranean 
tombs. 

And  the  long  Nile  winding  down  from  the  lofty  Lunar 
mountains, 

Looming  in  their  snowy  grandeur  above  the  Indian  sea, 

Gaining  volume  as  it  passes  the  long  sought  silvery 
fountains, 

Where  roam  the  foetish  black  men,  through  the  Unya- 
muezi. 

His  eye  rests  on  the  solemn  sphinx,  guilded  by  the  set- 
ting sun, 

That  in  the  Western  sand  drift  sinks,  as  the  sultry  "  day 
is  done.11 

Now  slowly  choking  underneath  the  heaping  sands  of 
years, 

That  mournful  sphinx  seems  looking,  with  almost  human 
tears, 

On  relentless  Time's  wild  doings  with  sublunary  things, 

And  the  proud  and  mighty  fabrics  of  the  old  Egyptian 
kings. 

And  now  to  ancient  Thebes,  the  City  of  the  Gods, 

Where  on  his  lofty  pedestal  great  Osymandias*  nods; 

Where  the  dust  of  million  mummies  in  the  stony  moun- 
tains lie, 

Bearing  on  their  pulseless  bosoms  the  cherished  Papyri  ;f 

Who  were  borne  from  out  the  "hundred  gates"  in  the 
ages  long  since  gone, 

To  rest  until  the  angel's  trump  wakes  the  Resurrection 
morn. 

No  more  does  Memnon's  statue  murmur  forth  a  glad- 
some sound, 

As  the  rising  sun  guilds  statues  and  obelisks  around. 

*  A  powerful  Egyptian  king  -whose  enormous  statue  stands  in  a 
vestibule  of  various  colored  stone,  three  hundred  feet  long  and  sixty 
feet  high,  at  the  entrance  of  his  splendid  tomb.  See  "Thebes"  in 
*' Ruins  of  Ancient  Uties,"  by  Charles  Bucke.  Vol.  11. 

t  Egyptian  paper  made  from  the  Papyrus  plant,  which  grows  in 
the  marshes  of  the  Nile,  on  which  were  inscribed  the  names  and 
deeds  of  the  mummies. 


OR  THE   FULFILMENT   OF   PROPHECY.  43 

But  in  rows,  the  solemn  Sphinxes,  guarding  Ammon's 

sacred  shrine, 
Stand  with  the  granite  obelisks,   through  which  the  sun 

beams  shine, 
And  in  awful  stillness  seem  to  say,  "like  Time,  thou  still 

must  *  go  " 
On  through  succeeding  ages  and  wander  "to  and  fro." 

Across  the  narrow  Isthmus  (near  which  his  Fathers  trod, 
Through  the  foaming  Red  Sea  waters,  led  on  by  Israel's 

God), 

And  across  the  lonely  desert,  Ahashuerus  flies 
To  where,  in  awful  grandeur,  Mount  Sinai's  heights  arise. 
No  pillar  goes  before  him,  but  angry  clouds  behind, 
With  their  thunderings,  seem  to  tell  him,   he  never  rest 

can  find. 

He  dare  not  raise  his  weary  eyes  aloft  to  Horeb's  height, 
Where  the  glory  of  Jehovah  appeared  to  Moses1  sight. 
Fo  he  seems  to  hear,  in  thunder  tones,  the  sixth  command 

again, 
And,  driven  on  by  frantic  fear,  he  speeds  him  o'er  the 

plain, 

Where  the  patient  camel  finds  a  home, 
And  the  unconquered  sons  of  Ishmael  roam, 
As  free  as  roamed  poor  Hagar's  son  three  thousand  years 

before ! 
(Here  triumphant  Christians  shouted  their  "  Kyrie  Elee- 

son," 
Where  they  saw  the  Saviour  *  walking,  the  purple  clouds 

upon; 
And  the  blinded  Hebrews  trembled,  as  He  appeared  to 

them, 

In  rays  of  brilliant  glory  and  royal  diadem. 
Here  the  Moslemites  are  waiting  for  the  coming  of  that 

day, 
When  the  waters  of  the  Euphrates  shall  quickly  shrink 

away, 

*  Sec  Al  Koran. 


44  THE   WANDERING  JEW; 

And  leave  its  gold  and  silver  to  glitter  in  the  sun, 
By  which  the  souls  of  many  shall  forever  be  undone: 
When  the  Ethiop  shall  come  and  Mecca's  temple  fall, 
And  smoke  shall  cover  all  the  earth,  in  a  universal  pall. 
When  the  Trump  of  Israfil*  shall  summon  Mohamed  from 

his  rest, 
And  his  faithful  followers  shall  see  the  sun  rise  in  the 

West.f 

The  good  souls  fly  from  the  Zem-Zem  well, 
To  the  Moslem  Paradise  to  dwell, 
Where  each  attended  by  bright  Ilouri, 
Shall  rest  in  the  shade  of  the  Tuba  tree. 

The  weary  traveler  looks  around,  in  mournful  misery, 
A  waste  of  sand,  a  burning  sky,  is  all  that  he  can  see. 
And  now  in  Petras'  lone  defile,  where  the  wady  Mousa 

flows, 

The  Owls  J  are  screeching  at  him,  from  their  lofty  por- 
ticoes, 

Carved  in  the  adamantine  rock,scaled  by  the  Raven's  wing, 
As  it  croaks,  mid  the   desolation,   a  weird,  ill-omened 

thing. 
(What  did  they  play  in  that  theatre,  long,  long  years 

ago? 
Who  sat  on  those  stone  seats,  while  the  torrent  rushed 

below?) 
The    "Khasne  Pharaon"   is   standing   still    in    stately 

grandeur  there, 
As  fresh  as  when  the  Dukes  of  Edom,  went  up  its  aisles 

to  prayer. 

Egyptian,  Grecian,  Roman,  all  have  joined  the  caravan, 
That  slowly  moves,  in  long  array,  the  shades  of 'Hades 

through ! 

*  The  angel  who  is  to  sound  the  "  blast  of  resurrection."  See  "Al 
Koran,"  page  o9. 

t  One  of  the  signs  of  the  Mohammedan  Resurrection.  "Al  Koran," 
page  57. 

%  Isaiah  xxxiv.,  11.  13. 


OR  THE  FULFILMENT  OF  PROPHECY.  45 

No  sound  of  human  voice  is  heard,  for  Edom's  race  is 

gone, 
As  the  prophet  *  told  them  long  ago,  and  Israel  still  roves 

"  o?i." 

All,  all,  is  silent  as  the  grave  ! 
Where  once  from  India's  "  coral  strand,"  across  Arabia's 

burning  sand, 

Wound  the  patient  camel  slow, 
With  its  heavy  loads  of  silks  and  gold,  the  fragrant  spice, 

and  wealth  untold, 
To  the  Mediterranean  wave. 
A  start,   a   shudder,    and   hark!     What  is   it  he  hears 

around? 
From  the  Mausoleums,  deep  and  dark,  comes  again  that 

dreadful  sound: 

"Go  on"  until  the  Judgment  Day; 
And  back  again,  through  the  narrow  way, 
He,  trembling,  turns  to  the  West, 
And  down  he  sinks  on  the  mountain'sf  brow, 
Where  the  Bones  of  Aaron  rest. 


CANTO  IV. 

(The  First  Crusade.— A.  D.  1099.) 

IS  long,  long  trance  is  ended,  and  he  starts  as  young, 

renewed, 
As  when  from  Calvary  he  descended,  and  its  last  sad 

scenes  he  viewed; 
And  drawing  his  tattered  robe   around,  he  leaves  old 

Mount  Hor's  quiet  ground, 
And  soon  is  where  the  minarets  shine,  on  the  Moslem 

towers  in  Palestine. 

*Ol)suliah  18. 
f  Mount  Ilor 


46  THE   WANDERING  JEW; 

On  Zion^s  sacred  hill-side,  now  roam  the  Infidel  bands; 
Where  once  the  Temple  of  Solomon  stood,  the  Mosque  of 

Omar  stands: 

"Can  this  be  dear  Jerusalem,  I've  come  once  more  to  see? 
"Even  her  ruined  towers  and  walls  would  be  more  dear 

to  me, 
"Than  these  hateful  Moslem  crescents,  that  are  shining 

in  the  sun, 
"  Would  that  the  earth  would  open,  and  swallow  up  every 

one  !" 
Where  more  than  a  thousand  years  ago,  roared  the  awful 

demon  Fire, 
Now  the  Spring  time  sun  is  shining,  gilding  tower  and 

spire; 

The  running  fountains  glisten,  through  the  darkj  tall  cy- 
press trees, 
And  wafted  from  olive  and  grape  vines,  conies  the  sound 

of  humming  bees. 
But  hark  !    Another  sound  breaks  forth,  and  the  quiet 

valley  fills, 
And  far  away,  towards  the  North,  their  banners  rising 

on  the  hills, 

Comes  a  straggling  crowd  of  pilgrims  worn, 
Their  cross-stitched*  garments  soiled  and  torn. 
Jerusalem  !  Jerusalem  !  a  thousand  tongues  cry  out; 
The  warrior  throws  aside  his  lance, 
And  passion  stirs  in  every  glance! 
The  toil  worn  pilgrims  kneel  to  pray; 
They  throw  their  swords  and  shoes  away! 
With  bending  heads,  and  naked  feet, 
They  crowd  along  the  dusty  street; 
And  then  with  psalms  and  hymns  of  praise, 
The  Red-cross  banners,  high  they  raise, 
And  "Deus  vult!    Dans  vult!"  the  Christians  war  cry, 

loud  they  shout. 

*  The  Crusaders  had  crosses  of  red  cloth  stitched  on  to  the 
shoulders  of  thir  outside  garments.  Some  imprinted  the  cross  upon 
themselves  with  a  red  hot  iron.  See  Michelet's  France,  page  210. 


OB   THE   FULFILMENT  OF  PROPHECY.  47 

Among  the  dying  and  the  dead  is  rolling  many  a  Mos- 
lem head; 
The  poor  Jew  thinks  he's  in  a  dream,  so  strange  do  all 

these  wonders  seem. 

The  strife  o'er  the  Tomb  of  the  risen  Lord, 
Whose  mission  was  peace,  and  not  the  sword, 
Is  ended.     And  then  they  go,  on  bended  knee, 
With  anthems  loud,  up  Calvary. 
Then  kiss  the  stone  where  the  Saviour  lay, 
And  with  the  Hermit*  kneel  and  pray, 
That  none  but  Christians  may  ever  stand 
Within  the  bounds  of  the  Holy  land! 

Ahashuerus  turns  away,  'tis  of  little  use  for  him  to  stay, 

For  little  they  cared  or  little  they  knew, 

What  troubled  the  heart  of  the  "Wandering  Jew." 

He  pauses  to  pray  by  the  graves  of  his  Fathers,  and  then 

by  the  Saviour's  tomb, 
That  God  would  grant  him  grace  and  strength  to  bear  his 

dreadful  doom. 
Then    crossing  swift   Kedron's  brook  again,    he  sat  on 

Gethsemane's  stone, 
And  thought   how   that    "meek  one1'  prayed,  and   had 

"trodden  the  wine  press  alone." 
He  wonders  how  many  centuries  more,  he  must  come  on 

his  weary  round  before 
"The  ransomed!  of  the  Lord  shall  come,  with  everlasting 

joy  and  song, 
"When  sorrow  and  sighing  shall  flee  away,  and  gladness 

fill  the  mighty  throng." 
"Who  comej  to  build  the   old  waste  place,   and  loud 

Messiah's  praises  sing, 
"To  rear  their  holy  temple  high,  and  crown  Him  Ev«'- 

lasting  King." 

*  Peter  the  Hermit,  who  preached  in  the  First  Crusade. 

t  Isn'mh  LI  v.  11. 

i  Ezekiel  eh.  xxxvi.  v.  33 


48  THE   WANDERING  JEW; 

Iii  the  lofty  Lebanon  mountains,  beside  a  lonely  cave, 
By  the  light  of  flaming  torches,  they  are  digging  deep, 

a  grave. 
The  swarthy  Payniin  soldiers,  with  reverence  bow  the 

head, 
As  the  Hermit*  chants  the  Christian  prayer  above  the 

Christian  dead; 
And  they  lay  the  warrior   knight   to  rest,  beneath  the 

cedar's  shade; 
With   the  Red  cross  marked   upon  his  breast:    he  has 

marched  on  his  last  crusade! 
And  long  the  fairf  Adela  '11  mourn  for  her  knight  who 

never  will  return ; 
The  scarf,  she  wove  with  her  girlish  hand,  he  wore  when 

he  fell  in  the  Holy  Land, 
Thinking  more  of  his  love  for  her,  than  he  did  of  the  Holy 

Sepulchre. 

Alas!  It  was  an  evil  hour  when  Stephen  braved  the  Sul- 
tan's power, 
And,  fainting,    heard  "Allah   Achbar"    on  the   bloody 

plains  of  Ramula. 

The  "Wanderer''  turns  again  to  "</o,"  he  wonders  much 

that  it  is  so, 
That  distant  Nations  should  draw  the  sword,  to  fight  for 

the  tomb  of  the  risen  Lord. 

How  sweet  the  perfume  of  the  flowers,  is  wafted  o'er 

Damascus1  wall, 
As  the  "Wanderer"  tramps  along  the  way,  where  the 

vivid  lightning  blinded  Saul. 
(But  not  until  he  saw  the  Lord  and  shook  with  terror  at 

the  word, 
That  he  in  thundering  tones  did  hear,  which  stopped  him 

in  his  mad  career.) 

*  Peter,  the  Monk  of  Amiens. 

t  Adehi,  third  daughter  of  William  the  Conqueror ;  she  married 
Stephen,  Count  of  Blois,  Avho  fell  in  the  Holy  Land  shortly  after  the 
First  Crusade.  Sec  the  "Heroines  of  the  Crusades"  by  C.  A.  Bloss. 


OR  THE   FULFILMENT   OF   PKOPHECY.  49 

He  walks  along  the  old  "straight  street,"  where  Jews 
and  Christians  often  meet, 

And  sigh  that  the  Moslem  holds  from  them  the  soil  of 
dear  Jerusalem! 

He  would  linger  long  by  the  palm  trees  shade,  as  sad  by 
Abana's  banks  he  strayed. 

But  he  must  leave  behind  those  gardens  fair,  and  hie 
away  through  the  mountain  air, 

To  where  the  lofty  Temple  stands,  built  long  ago  by  the 
giant  hands,* 

In  the  days  of  Baalbec's  pomp  and  pride,  but  are  mould- 
ering now  in  the  mountain's  side; 

Only    the  columns  still    are  seen,  through    which  once 
walked  the  Sheban  Queen. 

And  on  that  Temple,   by  time  undone,  reluctant  shines 
the  setting  sun, 

As  if  recalling  the  olden  days,  when  crowds  had  wor- 
shipped its  golden  rays; 

The  lapwings  cry  through  the  broken  doors,  the  lizards 
crawl  o'er  the  marble  floors, 

That  once  resounded  to  the  tread,  of  the  silent,  slumber- 
ing, mouldering  dead, 

Whose  hands  had  carved  those  pillars  tall,  that  lie  like 
giants  in  their  fall. 

A  few  still  point  their  shadows  long,  across  the  silent  vale, 

Where,  in  ancient  times,  the  mighty  throng  sang  praises 
to  refulgent  Baal. 

Astarte  f  rises  o'er  the  hill,  shedding  her  silvery  light 

afar,J 

As  bright  as  when  King  Solomon  rode,  his  chariot  grand, 
to  Istakar.  || 

*  Lan:artinc  slates  lhat  human  bones  of  immense  magnitude  are 
said  to  have  been  discovered  not  far  from  Baalbec,  in  a  valley  of  the 
Antilibanus. 

t  Astarte,  the  moon,  called  the  "Queen  of  Heaven"  and  worehip- 
ped  as  such  by  the  ancient  Phenicians. 

%  Evening  in  Syria. 

||  Sir  Wm.  Gore  Ouseley  quotes  Abulfedar  and  says  that  the  Per- 
sians have  a  tradition  that  Solomon  often  passed  his  day  at  Baalbec 
and  his  night  at  Istakar. 


50  THE   WANDERING  JEW; 

The  "wanderer"  starts  at  the  sMghtest  sound,  he   sees 

the  spectres  all  around ; 
They  seem  to  point,  with  their   bony  hands,  across  the 

Syrian  sands; 

And   "on"  he  flies,  in    his  distress,    to   Tadmor  in  the 
wilderness. 

Now  standing  mid  the  ruins  of  the  Temple  of  the  sun,* 
He  looks  far  o'er  the  Sandy  sea  to  the  distant  horizon, 
And  beholds  in  golden  splendor  the  ancient's  god  arise, 
Seeming  to  point,  with  lengthening  beams,  to  its  maker 

in  the  skies. 
The  desert  sands  are  lighting  up,  and  the  marble  pillars 

shine; 
No    wonder   that  life  giving  Baal   was   thought  to   be 

divine  ! 
But  the  twittering  birds  in   the  old  palm  trees,  that  are 

drinking  in  the  morning  breeze, 
Are  the  only  worshippers  left  to  praise  the  shining  god 

of  ancient  days* 
(The  multitudes  that  crossed  those    sands   with    untold 

wealth  of  Eastern  lands, 
The  men   who  reared  those  wondrous  walls,  o'er  whose 

cold  tombs  the  serpent  crawls, 
Are  resting  now,   their  labors  done,   but  he,  alas  !  must 

still  move  "on.") 
He  takes  a  drink  from  the  sparkling  rill,  that  is  flowing 

down  from   the  Western  hill, 
Perhaps    the  same   that  quenched  the  thirst  of  Earth's 

wisest  king,f  when  on  him  burst 
The  vision  of  Tadmor's  loveliness,   the  beautiful  desert 

oasis; 
When  he  restored  her  temples  grand,    and   "fenced'  J 

her  round  on  every  hand, 

*  Morning  in  Syria. 

t  Solomon. 

\  That  portion  of  ancient  Palmyra,  the  temples  &c.  dedicated  1o 
the  worship  ol  Baal  or  the  Sun,  was  probably  built  by  the  Assyrians 
or  Phoenicians.  King  Hiram  of  Tyre  restored  them  to  Solomon,  who 
repaired  them  and  caused  the  children  of  Israel  to  dwell  there.  See 
II.  Chron.  cb.  viu.,  v  2,  o.  4,  5. 


OR  THE  FULFILMENT   OF  PROPHECY.  51 

And  caused  the  people,  as  they  passed  by,  to  praise  Jeho- 
vah, God  most  high. 

The  smoke  is  curling  in  the  morning  air,  from  straw 
thatched  roofs  of  swarthy  Bedouins  there, 

With  deep  regrets  the  traveler's  mind  they  fill,  and  make 
those  stately  ruins  look  more  mournful  still. 

But  presently  he  hears  the  old  familiar  sound  of  the  He- 
brew tongue,  which  makes  his  heart  rebound, 

And  soon  he  sees  a  party  of  some  trading  Jews,*  who 
crowd  around  him  quick  to  hear  the  news. 

"Alas!  There  is  no  peace,"  he  said,  "  for  our  poor  country- 
men, 

"The  horrid  din  of  war  is  heard  on  Zion's  hill  again, 

"The  Roman  hosts  rose  in  their  power  and  drove  them 
from  their  land; 

"  Then  came  the  fiery  Saracen,  and  reared,  on  every  hand, 

"Mahomet's  temples,  with  their  domes,  and  minarets 
and  towers, 

"  And  now  the  lowly  Christian  comes,  from  many  lands 
and  powers, 

"  And  high  their  hated  emblem,  amid  our  old  palm  trees, 

"Is  floating  o'er  Jerusalem,  and  flaunting  in  the  breeze! 

"  The  first  time  I  went  back,  more  than  a  thousand  years 


ago, 


"Stand  back,  Ben!    Isaac,  stand  back!" 
One  of  the  Plebrews  cries, 
"  The  pestilence  follows  in  the  track, 
"Wherever  that  old  man  flies!" 
And  away  they  run  in  mortal  fear,  and  behind  the  old 

walls  disappear. 

The  Jew  looked  o'er  the  great  flat  waste,     • 
Where  famed  Zenobia  once  did  haste, 
And  rode  for  life,  as  she  bared  her  throat  of  olive  brown 

to  the  breeze ; 
Her  black  eyes  sparkled  and  her  white  teeth  shone,  as 

she  neared  the  Euphrates. 

*  According  to  Benjamin  of  Tudela  there  were  near  2000  Jews  in 
Palmyra  in  the  12th  century. 


52 

But  in  vain  her  dromedary  tall,  fast  strided  o'er  the  sandy 

plain, 
For  caught  at  last,  she  was  led  to  grace,  *iu  a   foreign 

land,  the  conqueror's  train. 

He  stands  in  the  old  stone  doorway  of  the  Temple  of 

the  Sun, 

Sadly  turning  his  weary  eyes  on  the  ruins,  one  by  one. 
When  from  the  great  square  towers  thei*e  seems  to  come 

a  sound, 

Such  as  he  hears  in  every  place,  and,  with  a  sudden  bound, 
He  is  speeding  away  across  the  sands,  and  down  through 

the  Syrian  plain, 

Near  the  old  land  of  his  fathers,  he  trembling  comes  again. 
He  flies  to  the  "  City  of  Refuge,"  at  Golan  f  in  Bashan, 
Where  Og  slept  on  his  iron  bed,  the  mighty  giant  man : 
Whom  Moses  and  his  people  smote,  when  the  Lord  was 

on  their  side, 

With  Sihon,  king  of  Heshbon,  'ere  they  crossed  the  Jor- 
dan's tide, 
On  the  battle  field  of  Edrei,  where  that  giant  king  was 

slain, 
He  thought  of  the  weary  ages  gone,  since  Moses  trod 

that  plain. 
But  there  is  no  refuge  left  for  him,  in  the   ruined  Cities 

of  long  ago, 
And  dreary  looks  the   dreary  way,  from  the  Dead  Sea 

Lake  to  Herman's  snow. 
He  follows  along  the  Jordan's  stream,  where  it  leaves  still 

Galilee, 
Down,  down  its  winding  zig-zag  course,  and  reaches  the 

dull  dead  sea. 

*  Poor  Zcnobia  was  confined  in  fetters  of  gold,  and  entered  Rome 
walking  behind  the  triumphal  car  of  Aureliun.  Noble  man!  I?e  con- 
quered a  woman  ! 

t  Golan,  one  of  the  three  Cities  of  Refuge,  set  apart  by  Moses  to 
the  Sons  of  Levi,  who  composed  the  priesthood.  It  is  on  the  East 
side  of  Jordan.  The  Cities  of  Refuge  were  intended  as  places  of 
safety  for  those  who  committed  murder  without  "malice  prepense." 
See  chap.  IV.  of  Deuteronomy,  42,  and  43  verses. 


CR  THE  FULFILMENT   OF   PROPHECY.  53 

But  he  finds  110  comfort  anywhere,  from  the  burning 
thoughts  within, 

And  he  passes  along  the  old  Mount  Seir,  in  the  wilder- 
ness of  Zin. 

Zamgummims, *Emims, all  are  gone, Anakhns,  Horims tall, 

Whom  his  fathers  feared  in  the  olden  time,  the  Ldrd  from 
earth,  had  swept  them  all, 

Since  the  grapes  of  Eschol  first  had  given,  a  foretaste  of 
the  fruits  of  Heaven, 

To  the  "wandering  Jews,"  as  they  passed  by,  their  great 
fenced  cities  walled  so  high, 

On  their  way  to  Canaan's  promised  land,  led  by  Jehovah's 
powerful  hand, 

Now  crossing  Araby's  sands  again,  and  on  to  the  East 

away, 

In  Elephanta'sf  cavern  fanes,  he  knelt  him  down  to  pray, 
Where  ages  gone,  the  giant  race  of  Noah's  scattered  sons, 
Had  carved  so  high,  in  that  dread  place,  those  wondrous 

temple  domes. 
In  silence  and  with  stony  frown,  their  triune  God|  is 

looking  down, 
To   where   eight  armed  Colossus  stands,  holding   in  his 

mammoth  hands 
The  ponderous  sword,  that  seems  to   shake,  with  belt  of 

heads  and  hooded  snake. 
While  on  the  head  of  a  Taurus  leaning,  is  the  great  one 

breasted  Amazon, 
And  down  the  aisles  are  figures  sitting,  while   over  head 

the  bats  are  flitting, 

*  Gian.t  races.  Sec  Dcut.  eh.  II.  Undoubtedly  they  were  the 
descendants  of  the  giants  spoken  of  in  the  VI.  chap,  of  Genesis,  and 
by  whose  hands,  were  reared  the  wonderful  stones  of  Baalbec,  Tad- 
mor  and  other  ancient  cities,  both  in  the  old  and  new  world',  already 
discovered  and  many  yet  to  be  discovered,  between  the  Mediterranean 
sea  and  Pacific  ocean,  buried  in  the  sands  and  loams  of  ages,  from 
Ararat  to  the  Indian  Sea,  and  from  the  Laurent  Hills  to  Cape  Horn, 
t  A  small  Island  in  the  harbor  of  Bombay. 

\  The  Idol  with  three  heads,  representing  Bramnh,  Vishnu  and 
Siva;  the  Creator,  Preserver,  and  Destroyer,  according  to  Hindoo 
theology. 


54  THE   WANDERING   JEW  ; 

Undaunted  past  the  sentinel*  of  stone,  who  guards  those 

portals  well : 
For  long  have  stood  the  cavern  fanes,  wnere  Elepnantine 

silence  reigns, 
Waiting,   like  Petra  and  Carnac,    LO   point  the  modern 

sceptic  back, 
To  the  proof  of  sacred  scripture  told  by  men  inspired, 

the  prophets  old, 
Of  the  giant  race,  who  flourished  then,  arid  wrote  their 

acts  with  "  iron  pen," 
And  carved  and  reared  their  temples  high,  to  count  the 

massing  ages  by. 

Away  up  the  Tigris  river,  near  Bagdad's  famous  plain, f 
O'er  which  had  swept  the  Tartar  hordes  of  the  dreaded 

Tamerlane, 
With  trumpets,  horns,  and  kettle  drums,  ana  a  countless 

multitude, 
That  swarmed  the  air,  like  vulture  birds,  in  a  ravenous 

haste  for  food, 
When  swooping];  down   from   the  lofty  height    of    old 

"Earth's  strong  girdle,"|| 
They  overran  fair  Persia's  land,  and  made  the  warm  blood 

curdle, 
At  the  sight  of  the  towering  pyramids  of  ghastly  human 

faces. 
(For  more  like  Russian  wolves  were  they,  than  like  the 

human  races. 
Regardless  both  of  virgins'  shrieks,  of  old  men's  cries 

and  matrons'  prayer, 
Like  whirlwind  o'er  the  land   they  swept,   leaving  ruin 

everywhere. 

*  Seventeen  feet  high.  Sec  Loesing's  History  of  the  fine  Arts,  in 
No.  103  of  the  "Family  Library." 

fA.  D.  1403. 

j  See  Frazer's  History  of  Persia,  p.  170 

1  The  "Hindoo  Coosh,"  called  "Earth's  stony  girdle"  by  Arabian 
geographers.  See  Gibbon. 


OR   THE   FULFILMENT   OF  PROPHECY.  55 

And  as  the  groans  faint  died  away,  from  cities,  villages 

and  plains, 
There   quickly  rose  another  sound,  the  joyful   sound  of 

wedding  strains.* 
Of    "  wealth  and  fashion"  then  were  full,  the   gardens 

fair  of  Canighul; 
And  loudly  brayed  the  brazen  band,  within  the  tent  at 

Saniarcand  ! 
But  when  he  felt  the  icy  breath  of  that  pale  horse,  on 

which  rode  Death, 
It  proved  that  he,  like  Genghis  Khan,  was,  after  all,  but 

mortal  man.) 


CANTO   V. 

flS  of  little  use  for  the  Jew  to  dwell  on  those  past 
scenes;  he  knows  fall  well, 
That  the  spectre,  all  men  seem  to  dread,  ever  before  him 

flies  ahead. 
So  "on"  he  goes  to  the  North  away,  across   the  Deserts 

of  wide  Cathay ; 
And  next  are  opening  to  his  view,  the  turrets  and  temples 

of  Kambalu.f 
The  great  bell  tolls  the  evening  chime,  as  it  did  in  Ku- 

blaPs  gorgeous  time, 
When  elephants  brought  him  pearls  and  gold,  and  all 

the  treasures  of  Cathay  old. 
And  goblets  of  wine  at  his  command,  flew  up  like  witches 

to  meet  his  hand; 
For  none  must  touch  witl:  their  finger-tips,the  cup  intended 

for  royal  lips; 

*  Tamerlane  celebrated  the  marriage   of  his   six  grandsons    (after 
the  battle  of  Angora)  in  his  capital  at  Samarcand. 
t  Pekin. 


56  THE  WANDEEING   JEW; 

When  fish  and  fowl,  and  bird  and  beast,  were  brought  to 

grace  the  "  Great  White  Feast," 
While  he  reclined  in   his  tent  of  silk,  and  quaffed  the 

"koumis"  of  white  mare's  milk; 
And  feasted  and  rode,  in  his  pomp  and  power,  until  there 

came  the  mournful  hour, 
When  slowly  wound  his  funeral  train  away,  to  the  Altai's 

lofty  chain, 
His  body  to  hunt  and  hawk  no   more,  his  spirit  to  roam 

on  the  other  shore, 
Attended  by  horses,  and  lords,  and  hounds,  sent  on  with 

him  to  the  hunting  grounds. 

The  Jew  looks  down  the  broad,  straight  street,  where 

Infidel  and  Christian  meet, 
The  swarthy,  fiery  Tartar  men,  and  the  indolent  turbaned 

Saracen ; 
But  never  a  one,  in  all  that  throng,  greets  him,  as  alone 

he  roams  along; 
And  he  crosses  the  line  of  the  ruined  wall,  and  trembling 

harks  to  the  ominous  call, 
That  is  ever  sounding  in  his  soul,  as  he  wanders  on  from 

pole  to  pole. 

"  Over  the  frozen  Siberian  snow,  away  by  the  Northern 

pole, 
"He  stands  on  the  edge  of  the  continent,  where  the  Polar 

oceans  roll." 
He  lists  to  the  boom  of  the  breakers'  roar,  dashing  on 

Columbia's  shore, 
And  hark  !  The  patter  of  feet  behind,  but  the  sound  goes 

off  in  the  whistling  wind, 
While  he  with  dread  now  paler  grows !    His  eyes  rest  on 

the  untrodden  snows. 
Oh!  There  are  the  drops  of  crimson  gore!  He  saw  them 

long,  long  years  before, 
For  the  phantom  flies  along  that  road,  of  Herodias  bearing 

her  hideous  load  ! 


OR   THE   FULFILMENT   OF  PROPHECY.  57 

Not  daring  even  to  look  around,  he  crosses  the  strait  with 

a  fearful  bound, 
And  away  he  goes,  o'er  mountain  and  river;  the  Indians 

yell,  and  their  bow-strings  quiver; 
And  the  painted  warrior  knows  not  why,  'though  pierced 

with  the  arrow,  he  does  not  die. 

Far  over  the  rocky  mountains,  near  Missouri's  winding 

stream, 

Within  a  lonely  cavern,  led  on  by  the  fire-fly's  gleam, 
He  gropes  his  way  through  a  chamber,  not  formed  by 

the  hand  of  man. 
(Its  arches  rang  with  a  human  sound,  long  ere  his  race 

began ; 
A  giant  form  is  resting  there,  by  the   friendly  plaster 

covered, 
With  his  helmet  placed  upon  his  head,  by  one  who  o'er 

him  hovered, 
When  the   King  of  Terrors  came  for  him,  and  he  laid 

down  his  shield, 
And  his  ponderous  hammer  rested,  he  never  more  would 

wield. 
Was  it  wife  or  loved  companion,  who  crossed  the  seas 

with  him, 
Whose  skull  is  resting  by  his  side,  within  that  chamber 

dim? 
Long,  long  ago,  perhaps,  he  sailed  away  from  ancient 

Tyre, 
In    some  of  the  "ships  of  Tarshish;"    perhaps  he  knew 

Goliah, 

Or  may  be  "  Og  of  Bashan"  sent  him  to  hunt  for  gold, 
And  when  those  "letters  in  stone"  are  read,  his  history 

may  be  told.) 

The  "old  fire  hearth"  is  silent.    It  whispers  not  the  names, 
Of  those  who  once  were  gathered,  around  its  cheerful 

flames ; 
But  within  that  lofty  chamber,  these  words  seem  stealing 

through : 


58  THE   WANDERING   JEW; 

"  Two  thousand  years  we've  rested,  but  there's  no  rest 

for  you." 
So  up  and   "  on"  he  goes  again,  through  the  forest  haunts 

of  the  wild  red  men, 
And  the  Indian  skiffs  seem  not  to  glide,  adown  the  deep 

Ottawa's  tide, 
As  fast  as  he  gets  on  through  space,  like  whirlwind  on  his 

fearful  race. 
And  standing  on  those  granite  hills,  where  the  swarthy 

savages  roam, 
He  thought  upon  the  time  long  past,  when  no  sound  save 

the  breaker's  foam, 
(As  it  washed  the  long  Silurian  beach,  stretching  far  to 

the  West  away) 
Startled  the  finny  life  in  the  deep,  as  it  jumped   in  the 

breaker's  spray. 
In  those  days,  when  this  ponderous  Earth  of  ours,  had 

scarce  from  chaos  rolled, 
And  the   crust  that  covers  its  hidden  fires,  had  hardly 

then  grown  cold,* 
And  when  the  Rocky  Mountains  first  reared  their  mighty 

chain, 

And  first  the  Alleghanies  looked  down  the  Atlantic  main; 
When  the  eagle  and  the  Condor  bird  sailed  o'er  the 

quiet  seas, 
And,  unmolested,  flapped  their  wings  in  the  towering  old 

fern  trees; 

While  the  Acalephian  coral, their  reefs  were  building  slow, 
Where  to-day  the  orange  flowers  bloom,  and  the  gia  id 

magnolias  grow.f 

Ere  the  antlered  elk  and  lion  bold,  and  mighty  mastodon, 
With  all  their  kindred  animals  had  trod,  this  earth  upon. 
And  God  had  crowned  his  handiwork,  by  making  mortal 

man: 
And  giving  him  a   "living  soul,'1  and  finished  well  his 

plan. 

*  See  "Geological  Sketches"  by  Prof.  Agassiz. 
t  Florida. 


OR  THE   FULFILMENT   OF  PROPHECY.  59 

And  he  thought  how  many  centuries  had  slowly  rolled 
away, 

Since  first  he  started  on  his  race,  on  Crucifixion  day. 

But  hark!  The  Indian  war  hoops  ring,  through  that  dark 
Laiirentian  hill, 

But  nought  to  him  can  danger  bring,  for  he  must  wan- 
der still. 

Now  musing  by  the  deep  Lake  shore,  listening  to  Nia- 
gara's roar, 

At  least  he  can  one  comfort  find,  he's  left  the  hated  cross 
behind, 

For  the  beings  on  this  Western  scene,  ne'er  heard  the 
name  of  the  Nazarene. 

Down  by  the  banks,  where  roam  the  wild  daughters, 
Of  the  prairie  and  forest,  the  "Father  of  waters," 
Seems  hurriedly  pointing  him  "on"  to  the  sea, 
As  if  it  spoke  of  Eternity. 

The  moonbeams  pale  were  glancing  through,  the  trees 

along  the  River,* 
And  he  glided  down  in  a  long  canoe,  for  he   must  roam 

"forever." 

The  bold  Antilles  rear  their  chain,  and  the  spicy  breezes 
blow, 

Across fairCuba's  golden  plain,  and  the  peaceful  Indians  go 

From  Isle  to  Isle  with  never  a  care,  but  to  seek  the  Ban- 
nan's  shade, 

And  eat  of  the  luscious  fruits  that  grow,  for  their  use  in 
the  quiet  glade: 

Where  stalk  the  birds  in  gorgeous  plumes,  and  flowers 
waft  their  soft  perfumes, 

And  life  seems  one  long  summer  day,  amid  the  groves  of 
Ornofay.f 

*  The  Mississippi. 

t  A  province  on  the  South  side  of  Cuba. 


60  THE   WANDERING  JEW; 

He  leaps  upon  the  golden  sand,  rejoicing  much  once 

more  to  land. l 
The  startled  natives,  in  affright,  let  fly  their  arrows  at 

the  sight, 

Of  his  tattered  robe  and  haggard  face,  that  bears  the  im- 
press of  his  race ; 
But  lo,  they  quickly  draw  away,  and  gaze  at  him  in  sore 

dismay, 
For  their  poisoned  arrows  did  no  harm,  to  the  poor  old 

Jew,  and,  in  alarm, 
They  hie  away  like  startled  deer,  but  timidly  again  drew 

near: 
And  now  they  boldly  ask  his  name,  declare  that  he  from 

Turey2  came, 
And  when  he  sadly  shook  his  head,   they  brought  him 

sweet  cassava3   bread. 
They  bound  upon  him  golden  bands,  and  gave  him  fruits 

of  those  fair  lands; 
They  sang  to  him  Areytos*4   lays,  and  tried,  by  all  their 

artless  ways, 
To  cheer  him;  but  'twas  all  in  vain,  he   ever  wore  a  look 

of  pain. 
They  thought  it  was  his  tattered  robe,  he  long  had  worn 

around  the  globe, 
That  made  him  hated  to  be  seen ;  they  wove  him  one  of 

"  gossampine."6 
One  day  he  strayed  down  by  the   shore,  and  listened  to 

Atlantic's  roar: 
'Though  far  away  fromJudah's  land,  with  trackless  waste 

on  every  hand, 
At  least  there  was  no  cross  to  show,  that  lie  must  ever 

onward  tl(JQ» 

1  A.  D.  1494. 

2  "  Turey;"     A  word  inclining  Heaven.     See  Washington  Irviug's 
inimitable  History  of  "  The  Life  and  Voyages  of  Columbus." 

a  Ibid. 

4  Areytos.     National  songs  and  legends  of  the  natives  of  the  West 
ludia  Islands.     See  Ibid. 

5  Cotton, 


OR   THE  FULFILMENT    OF   PROPHECY.  61 

Behold!  Upon  the  turbid  swell  of  the  milk-white  narrow 


sea,"1" 

There  rides  a  stately  "caravel" ;  who  can  those  sailors  be? 
Columbus  steps  upon  the  shore!     With  joyful  heart  he 

proud  unfurls, 
Henceforth  to  wave  forevermore,  Christ's  Banner,  o'er 

the  Western  worlds. 
The  Natives  raise  their  cheerful  soiigs,the  echoing  woods 

their  shout  prolongs. 
(How  little  they  knew!*  In   after  years,  when  worn  by 

want  and  blind  with  tears, 
They  cursed  the  day  the  Christians  (?)  sailed  o'er  those 

fair  seas,  or  that  they  hailed, 
With  joyful  shouts,  those  wondrous  men,  wrho  burst  upon 

their  vision  then.) 

The  "cross"  was  set,  and  the  mass  was  sung, 
And  the  temples  green  with  anthems  rung; 
The  incense  rose  far  overhead,  and  wide  through  the  leafy 

boughs  was  spread. 
The  artless  natives  crowd  to  see,  what  can  those  mystic 

symbols  be  ! 
Ahashuerus   knows   full  well,  what   tales  those   simple 

crosses  tell  ! 
Of  martyrs1  crowns  and  battles  won,  of  conquests  yet  to 

be  begun ; 
For  the   Lord  of  Hosts  has  made  a  vow,  that   to  Him 

"every  knee  shall  bow,  *j: 
And  that  His  praises  shall  be  sung  "  through  every  land, 

by  every  tongue." 

He  knows  that  many  a  wicked  deed,  shall  coming  gener- 
ations read, 
Done  in  the  name  of  that  blessed  Lord,  "  whose  mission 

was  peace,  and  not  the  sword;" 

*  A  tract  of  the  Sea,  lying  between  Cuba  and  the  Island  of  Ev:m- 
gelista,  which  alarmed  Columbus  and  his  crew  on  account  of  its 
milky  whiteness. 

t  Isaiaii,  chap.  45,  v.  27. 


62  THE  WANDERING  JEW; 

Who   meekly  died,  mankind  to  save,  and  of  its  victory 
robbed  the  grave. 

The  tall  grass  waved  o'er  the  wide  Savanna,  from  the 

towering  trees  the  sweet  grapes  hung, 
Flamingoes  stalked  neath  the  soft  banana,  as  the  caravel 

slow  from  its  moorings  swung. 

Ahashuerus  turns  to  "i/o,"  for  he  still  must  wander   "to 
:  and  fro." 

Far  up  the  wooded  height  is  see*!,  his  snowy  robe  of  gos- 

sampine,1 
To  nutter  in  the  spicy  wind,  as  those  fair  plains  he  leaves 

behind. 
In  the    edge  of  the  forest  dark  and   dim,   by  Copan 

swiftly  flowing, 
Where  the  ponderous  stony  hammock2  swings,  with  the 

breezes  softly  blowing, 
And  the  Western    sun    is  gilding    bright,   the   crimson 

Idols  topmost  height; 
On  Pyramids   and  mountains  high,    with   their  hideous 

Cinocephali,3 

The  priests  are  winding  slowly  'long,  with  solemn  sacri- 
ficial song, 
Up   to  the  altars  where  will  lie,  the  trembling  victim, 

doomed  to  die. 
Whose  warm  and  palpitating  heart,  torn  rudely  'way  with 

"itzli'M   dart, 
Is  placed  in  golden  censer  there,  with  priestly  chant  and 

priestly  prayer; 

1  The  companions   of  Columbus  were  terribly  frightened  at  the 
sight  of  a  man,  dressed  in  a  long  white  robe,  whom  they  saw  on  the 
shore  of  the  Southern  coast  of  Cuba.     Seelrving's  Columbus. 

2  Described  by  Francisco  dc  Fucntcs  (who  wrote  the  Chronicles  of 
Guatimala)  as  being  suspended  from  two  lurge  stone    pyramids  ovef 
a  gateway  in  Copun,  and  seen  by  him  in  the  year  1700,  containing  a 
male  and  female  figure.     See  Steven's  "Central  America." 

3  Death  heads   carved  on  the  sides  of  the  Pyramids   of  Copan,  re- 
sembling apes  or  baboons  and  monstrous  animals    like   those  wor- 
shipped at  Thebes  under  the  name  of  "Cynoccphali." 

4  "Ttzli,"   a  flinty  substance  which  the  Indians  of  Guatimala  used 
for  hatches,  arrow  heads,  etc. 


OB   THE   FULFILMENT   OF   PROPHECY.  63 

While  the  stony  idol,  with  stony  frown,  and  stony  heart, 

looks  stony  down, 

Perhaps  the  solemn  monkeys,  that  promenade  the  trees, 
The  oldest  race  that  felt  the  sweep,  of  the  double  ocean 

breeze, 

Could  tell  him  which  descendant,  of  brave  old  Noah,  came 
Across  the  Western  ocean,  and  carved  his  deeds  and  name, 
In  a  long  forgotten  language,  on  tower  and  altar  grand, 
That  stand  like  solemn  sentinels,  in  that  sultry  southern 

land. 
Perhaps  the  jabbering   beings,  if  he   understood   their 

tongue, 
Could  tell  what  happened  'neath  those  trees,  from  which 

their  patriarchs  swung. 
Perhaps  traditions,  one  by  one,  were  "  handed  down  from 

sire  to  son;" 
And  they  know  what  Asiatic  race  did  cross  the  sea  and 

take  the  place, 
Of  the  ancient  one  who  carved  those  stones,  that  grandly 

guard  their  bleaching  bones. 

But  still  another  people  will  come  from  Christian  land, 
And  rear  the  holy  steeple,  where  the  stony  altars  stand. 
And  then  the  swarthy  Indians,  in  their  turn,  will  disappear, 
For  the  conquering  sons  of  Japhet*  even  now  are  landing 

here. 
E'en  now  the  "fell  destroyer"!  with  that  old  man  marches 

t>y» 

To  sweep  away  its  thousands  to  the  hunting  grounds  on 
high. 

On  the  plains  of  Guatimala  the  Hebrew  wanders  slow, 
By  the  side  of  lovely  waters,  that  to  the  ocean  flow; 
The  gay  plumed  parrots  screaming  fly,  while  far  beyond 
Mount  Agua  \  high, 

*  The  followers  of  Columbus. 
fThe  Cholera. 

t  A  mountain  or  water  Volcano,  which  at  intervals  inundated  the 
old  City  of  Guatimala. 


64  THE   WANDERING   JEW; 

Pours  its  destructive  waters,  down  on  verdant  plains  and 

peaceful  town. 
And  near  it,  like  a  light-house  fire,  "  Fuego's"  *  flames 

are  rising  higher; 
The  glowing  sun  now  slowly  sinks  down  in  the  Western 

foam, 
Ahashuerus   breathes   the  sigh,    "Ah!    whither   shall  I 

roam  ? 

"I've  seen  all  lands  and  waters,  there's  nothing  new  tome, 
"  Oh!  Must  I  roam  forever,  to  all  Eternity?" 

In  darkPalenque's  corridors,  where  silent  figures  stand, 
Keeping  the  secret  of  centuries,  a  dumb  and  waiting  band, 
Waiting  to  tell  the  history  of  the  people  passed  away, 
When,  'neath  the  shadow  of  the  cross,  a  people  shall  come 

to  pray, 
And  read  the  mystic  characters,    carved  deep  along  the 

walls, 

Where  slow  and  unmolested  the  changing  lizardf  crawls. 
Beside  the  stony  altars  doth  Ahashuerus  rest, 
While  vain  regrets  and  longings  are  rising  in  his  breast: 
When  shall  I  see  my  people,  he  sadly  says  aloud, 
And  the  answer  "  people,  people,"  seems  echoed  from 

the  crowd 

Of  silent,  staring  figures,  along  those  gloomy  halls; 
And  looking  'round  upon  them,  as  the  setting  sunlight 

falls, 
He  starts  to  see  how  much  each  face  reminds  him  of  his 

home : 
"They  surely  are  of  Hebrew  race,  when  did  this  people 

come?"t 

*Fuego,  a  volcano  of  fire  which,  after  a  great  number  of  alarming 
shocks,  completely  destroyed  Antigua,  Guatemala,  on  the  l3th  of  De- 
cember, 1773.  Both  mountains  immediately  overlooked  the  City 

t  The  Chameleon,  which  turns  to  the  color  of  whatever  it  crawls 
upon. 

%  According  to  Fucntes,  the  Chronicler  of  Guatimala,  the  Tollies 
were  said  to  be  descended  from  the  Israelites,  who  were  led  across 
to  the  new  continent  by  their  chief  Tanub,  after  crossing  the  Red 
Sea  with  Moses. 


OR   THE   FULFILMENT  OF   PROPHECY.  65 

(Long  years  ago  old  Tanub  sailed  across  the  Arab  sea, 
Far  from  the  sound  of  Moses  wrath,  his  followers  longed 

to  be, 

And  so  across  the  wider  main,  they  took  their  lonely  way, 
Where  idols  they  could  build  again,  and  to  them  blindly 

pray. 
But  'though  they  reared  them  wondrous  high,  and  carved 

them  wondrous  well, 

1  Though  time  and  weather  they  defy, they  still  of  ruin  tell. ) 
The    flapping    bat     is   whizzing   'round,    the    "  shining 

beetles  "  gleam, 
In  the  dark  and  gloomy  palace   halls,   where   the  silent 

figures  seem 

To  call  upon  that  poor  old  man,  to  read  their  secrets  well, 
And  to  the  waiting,  wondering  world  aright  those  secrets 

tell. 

But  all  is  wrapt  in  mystery,  and  years  must  roll  away, 
'Ere  light  will  break  upon  them,  and  the  old  man  cannot 

stay. 

Away  o'er  the  high  Sierras,  the  Indian's  dusky  form, 
Is  hurrying  onward  to  avoid  the  darkly  gathering  storm, 
And  hark!  what  is  that  rumbling  sound,  that  seems  to 

come  from  underground? 
The  lightnings  flash,   the  thunders  roll,   there  is  no  rest 

for  that  poor  soul ! 
And  driven  "on"  unhappy  man,  he  treads  the   soil  of 

Yucatan. 

Now  passing  by  thellxmal  towers, he  nears  the  Caribsea, 
And  once  again  he  launches  on,  its  waters  broad  and  free. 

As  he  dreamily  floats  o1er  the  glassy  sea, 
The  tops  of  the  Andes  are  fading  away; 
The  long  sea  weed  waves  like  a  fair  meadow  *  lea, 
And  the  dolphins  chase  "volitans"  f  through  the  spray. 
Oh!  Could  he  but  rock  on  that  tropical  tide,   away  from 
the  scenes  and  haunts  of  men, 

*   Sec   "Humboldt's  Travels  and  Researches,"    his  passage  from 
Teneriffe  to  Camana. 

t  "  Exo  cetus  Volitans,"  flying  fish.     See  Ilumboldt. 


66  THE   WANDERING  JEW  ; 

With  the  calm  stars  to  shine  in  the  vault  overhead,  and 
never  beholds  time's  changes  again! 

But  the  ocean  heaves  onward,  and  onward  his  skiff, 

Like  a  creature  of  instinct,  is  nearii.g  the  shore 

Of  the  Isle  where  the  Peak  of  the  bold  Teneriffe, 

Seems  beckoning  him  "on"  like  a  giant  before. 

His  narrow  bark  grates  on  the  sands,  and  with  reluctant 
step  he  lands. 

For  even  in  that  lone  Isle  arise,  before  his  weary,  wan- 
dering eyes, 

The  proofs  that  old  things  are  overturned,  and  heathen 
men  have  sadly  learned, 

That  Idols  all  must  melt  awav,  before  that  "great  and 
dreadful  day." 

He  winds  around  the  mountain's  side,  'mid  cypresses  and 
orange  trees. 

The  dragon  tree,*  old  Guanches  pride,  sighs  mournfully 
to  ocean  breeze ; 

Within  the  dark  sepulchral  caves,f  the  mummies  tall  are 
sleeping, 

While  all  around  Atlantic's  waves  are  solemn  dirges 
keeping. 

Up  through  the  ashy  lava  streams,  to  the  mountain's  sul- 
phur cone, 

Like  some  tall,  blasted  pine  he  seems,  unheeded  and  alone ; 

On  the  crater's  edge  he  lifts  his  hand,  to  shade  his  weary 
eyes. 

(Oh  what  a  panorama  grand,  spread  out  before  him  lies  ! 

Far  to  the  North  the  Bear  swings  low,  towards  the  Arctic 
ocean, 

While  to  the  South  great  Scorpio,  keeps  on  his  cease- 
less motion ; 

'Round  and  'round  the  Southern  pole,  the  clouds  of  old 
Magellan  roll, 

*  The  dragon  tree  was  said  to  be  revered  by  the  Guancbes,  who 
were  the  primitive  inhabitants  of  Teneriffe,  as  much  as  the  Ash  of 
Ephesus  was  by  the  Greeks. 

t  Burying  grounds  on  the  cast  side  of  Tcncriffe. 


OR  THE  FULFILMENT   OF  PttOPHECY.  67 

The  "  Ship"  sails  through  the  Southern  sky,  the  Southern 

cross  is  shining  nigh, 
The  cross  that  startled  him  before,  on  Patagonia's  far  off 

shore  !). 

Now    down    the    mountain's   rugged    side,    he    hastes 

towards  the  sea; 

Again  he's  wafted  o'er  the  tide,  in  hopeless  misery. 
Then    crossing    Andalusia's  plains,*  towards  her  snowy 

mountains, 

Alhambra's  ruby  towers   he  gains,  her  courts  and  spark- 
ling fountains. 

The  orange  trees  are  blooming,  the  citrons  fair  are  seen, 
The    stately   hills   are    standing    still,    the   Darro   rolls 

between. 
But,  ah!    What  mean  these  silent  courts?  Since  he  was 

here  before, 
The  Cross  surmounts  the  topmost  height,  the  crescent  shines 

no  more  ! 

No  more  the  gallant  Moor  flies  past,  on  Arab  steed  so  gay, 
With  scimetars  and   banderoles,  those  times  have    past 

away. 

No  more  the  jewels  shine  among  the  braided  tresses  long, 
Of  moslem  beauties,  Spain  has  sung,  in  the  old  romantic 

song; 
Old    Hassan's    pride   is  fallen    low,     "Boabdil    Chico's" 

gone, 
He  breathed  his  last  sad  "  Suspiro,"f  the  mountain  side 

upon, 
As  he  turned  for  one  more  farewell  gaze  on  tower  and 

minaret, 
Where  he  had  passed  the  happy  days,  he  never  could 

forget. 
(They  say,  that  every  year  upon,  the  blessed  eve  of  good 

St.  John, 

*A.  D.  1554. 

t  "  El  Ultimo  Suspiro  de'l  Moore,"  the  "last  sigh  of  the  Moor." 
See  Irving's  "  Conquest  of  Granada, 


68  THE  WANDEKING  JEW; 

Forth   from   the  distant  mountain  side,    Boabdil    Chico 

pale  does  ride, 
With  cream  white  steed  and  sparkling  crown,  and  Moorish 

warriors  pouring  down, 
With  scimetars  and  cuirass  bright,  all  flashing  in  the  full 

moonlight, 
Wind  noiselessly  in   gorgeous  state,  right  through  the 

open  Justice  gate, 

And  in  the  Court  of  Lions,  doth  king  Boabdil  hold, 
His  shadowy  sceptre  on  his  throne,  as  in  the  days  of  old. 
Again  the  Darnask  silks  are  hung,along  the  shadowy  walls, 
Again  the  pearls  and  gems  shine  out,  within  the  gilded 

•  halls; 
The  slaves  go  hurrying  to  and  fro,  to  serve  the  phantom 

feast, 
For  ere  the  morning  cock  shall  crow,  or  light  dawn  in  the 

East, 

That  phantom  Court  must  march  away  to  Alpuzara's  side, 
And  noiselessly  in  long  array,  those  phantom  courtiers  ride. 
But  when  their  sins  are  all  forgiven,  and  Allah's  smile 

beams  from  heaven, 
The  exiled  Moors  will  all  return,  the  beacon  fires  will 

once  more  burn; 
From  Alpuzara's  rugged  side  the  gallant  Moors  again  will 

ride, 
On  Arab  steeds,   a  splendid  train,  across  the  "Vega's" 

lovely  plain, 

And  in  Lindaxara's  garden,  beneath  the  citron  trees, 
Again  will  Moorish  lovers  sigh  upon  the  evening  breeze. 
But  ah  !  with  such  enchantment  tales,  unhappy  Moors  be- 
guile, 
The  days  of  exile  from  their   land,   for  old  Alhambra's 

pile, 

That  rang  with  sounds  of  revelry  and  Moorish  valor  then, 
Will  never  echo  back  the  tread  of  Moslem  kings  again. 

The  Owl  is  hooting  on  the  mill,  by  Darro's   winding 
stream, 


OB  THE  FULFILMENT  OF  PROPHECY.  69 

The  shadows  slant  along  the  hill,  in  the  quivering  bright 

moon-beam. 
A  turbaned  Moor  is  resting  near  a  moss  grown  lonely 

tower, 

A  relic  of  the  olden  time,  of  Moorish  pride  and  power. 
And  as  the  Hebrew  wanders  by,  he  thus  accosts  him  with 

a  sigh : 
"  Ah,  Jew!  Our  races  are  pursued,  with  all  the  Christians' 

hate, 
"  And  you  must  wear  the  yellow  cap  *  and  I  must  bow  to 

fate. 
"No  more   can  Hebrews  find  a  home  from  persecution 

free, 

"Far  to  the  new-world  they  must  roam,  beyond  the  West- 
ern sea. 
"In  England  now  the  fagots  burn,  and  Christians  (?)  roast 

their  brothers; 
"What  Pagans  long  have  done  to  them,  they're  doing 

now  to  others! 
"Allah  Achbar  !      Our  God  is   great!    Mahomet  is  his 

Prophet ! 
"If  Christ's  religion  teaches  thus,  we  cannot  help  but 

scoff  it!'1 
"I've  traveled  long,"  the  Jew  replied,   "and  many  lands 

I've  seen, 
"But  war  and  rapine   mark  the  track  of  the  hated  Na- 

zarene." 

"  But  Jesus  did  not  teach  them  so,"  the  humble  Moor  re- 
plied, 
"  For  all  His  life  was  pure  and  good,  for  them  He  meekly 

died; 
"  And  if  they  minded  what  He  said,  they  would  to  others 

do, 
"What  they  would  have  done  unto  them;  is  not  this, 

Hebrew,  Jbrue  ?  " 

*  The  officers  of  the  Inquisition  compelled  the  Jews  and  Jewesses 
to  wear  yellow  caps,  during  the  persecutions  in  Spain,  in  the  six- 
teenth century. 


70  THE   WANDERING  JEW; 

"  But  why  should  He  blaspheme  the  Lord,  and  say  He 

was  His  son, 
"That  He  the  equal  was  in  power,  to  that  most  Holy 

One? 
"  'Tis  true,  the  sun  grew  dark  o'er  head,  the  rocks  and 

tombs  were  riven, 
"  When  Jesus,  dying,  bowed  His  head,  andlfrom  thence 

was  driven; 
"Full  fifteen  hundred  years  are  past,  and  I  must  wander 

still."  — 


The  frightened  Moor  went  very  fast  adown  that  moonlit 

hill, 
Nor  stopped  to  give  a  second  look  towards  the  stranger's 

face. 
While  the  poor  old  Jew  began  again  his  never  ending 

race. 

Again  Ahashuerus  goes  across  the  Pyrenees, 
Again  he's  tossing,  lonely,  on  the  stormy  British  Seas. 
He  lands  upon  old  England's  shore,  that  he  remembered 

well, 
Where  he  had  heard,  long  years  before,  the  peaceful 

convent  bell. 
But  changed  are  now  those  quiet  times,   and   martyrs' 

cries  resound, 
Where  years  before  the  tinkling  chimes  of  bells  were 

heard  around. 
His  Hebrew  friends  are  gone  away,  in  distant  lands  they 

roam, 
Like  seeds  they're  sown  *  in  every  soil,  but  yet  they  have 

no  home. 
No  more  the  proud  brave  knights  will  ride,  in  the  lists  of 

Templestowe, 
Like  Richard  with  the  Lion  heart,  or  gallant  Ivanhoe,  f 

*  Znchariah,  chap.  10,  v.  9. 

t  See  Sir  Walter  Scott's  splendid  "  Tale  of  Ivanhoe." 


OB  THE  FULFILMENT  OF  PROPHECY.  71 

To  avenge  the  Hebrew  maiden's  wrongs,  and  her  aged 
father's  too. 

And  shew  10  him  a  Cnristian's  heart,  although  he  ivas  a 
Jew. 

For.  now,  the  bloody  Mary  reigns,  and  holy  men  are 
dying; 

And  far  from.  England's  troubled  soil,  her  children  swift 
are  flying. 

Now,  sick  at  heart,  he  turns  away,  across  the  sea  again, 

Oh  !  how  he  longs  once  more  to  be,  among  his  country- 
men. 

Sad,   sad  and  weary,  slow  he  drew,  towards  the  City 

fair ; 
The  "Day  of  St.  Bartholomew"  *  was  dawning  brightly 

there, 
The  tocsin  is  sounding  its  ominous  knell,  and   answering 

back  the  ponderous  bell, 
That  swings  in  the  tower  of  St.  Germain;   may  France 

never  hear  those  sounds  again  ; 
Such  deeds  of  horror  that  were  done,   along  the  bloody 

Seine, 
Not  all  the  waters  in  its  banks  could  wash  away  the  stain! 

"  On"  onward  he  flies  to  the  South  away,  for  no  mat- 
ter where,  he  cannot  stay. 

Toiling  his  way  the  long  desert  through,  he  stops  in  the 
City  of  Timbuctoo, 

That  stands  in  the  midst  of  the  desert  plain,  unvisited, 
save  by  the  caravan  train, 

Bearing  its  spices  and  glittering  ores,  with  slaves  from 
their  homes  to  distant  shores, 

At  the  close  of  a  long  and  sultry  day,  the  horizon,  tinged 
with  a  pale  red  ray, 

Bounds  the  wide  spread  plain  of  moving  sand,  deep 
silence  reigns  on  every  hand; 

Unbroke  by  the  song  of  a  single  bird,  and  nought  but 

the  camel's  cry  is  heard, 
*  August  24th,  A.  D.  Io73.— Massacre  of  St.  Bartholer  ew 


72  THE   WANDERING  JEW; 

As   it  snuffs  the    hot  wind,  wafted  o'er  those  mournful 

slaves  from  their  native  shore. 
But  again  he  goes  on  with  an  aching  head,  and  his  throat 

with  thirst  is  parching, 
When,  at  last,  he  nears  an  Oasis,  spread  in  the  way  that 

he  is  marching; 
Then,  faint  and  worn,  he  sinks,  at  last,  by  the  side  of  a 

cooling  spring. 

A  Hebrew  and  Arab  hurry  past,  and  water  to  him  bring; 
They  kindly  hold  his  weary  head,  and  bathe  his  poor  old 

face; 
He  murmurs,  "Oh,  that  I  were  dead,  and  done  this  weary 

race, 
"  Only  one  comfort  now  I  find,  I've  left  the  hated  cross 

behind, 
"For,  surely,  this  wide  desert  scene  has  never  heard  of  the 

Nazarene.'' 

"Ah,  countryman  !  where  have  you  been  that  you  seem 

not  to  know, 

"That  Christian  shrines  have  long  been  seen,  in  the  an- 
cient ruins  of  Meroe? 
"And  the  cross  is  reared  in  many  a  pile  of  Temples,washed 

by  the  grand  old  Nile, 
"Whose  broken  columns   'stand  sublime,'  pointing  back 

to  the  early  time, 
"When  Ishmael's  sons  were  carrying  balm,  away  to  the 

land  of  Abraham; 
"Or  the  Queen  of  Sheba  left  Gondar*  and  went  arrayed 

so  fine, 

"  To  hear  the  wisdom  of  Solomon,  in  the  land  of  Palestine. 
"Mid  the  obelisks  of  Axurn,  reared  by  Noah's  giant  race, 
"Who  crossed  the  Indian  seas,  and  found  in  Ethiop's 

sands  a  place, 
"  And  in   the   gloomy  caverns,  where  stand  the  statues 

tall, 

*  The  anc-icnt  capital  of  Abyssinia,  said  to  have  been  the  home  of 
the  Queen  of  Sheba. 


OR   THE  FULFILMENT   OF   PROPHECY.  73 

"Of  Kings  whose  deeds  are  written  in  Hieroglyphics  on 

the  wall, 
"And  the  holy*  ark  is  sculptured    (high  in   the   rocky 

caves), 
"  In  which  their  fathers  safely  sailed  upon  the  world  wide 

waves. 


"Far  down  that  mighty  river  that  rolls  its  waters  free, 
"From  the  Abyssinian  mountains,  to  the  Mediterranean 

Sea, 
"You  '11  find  the  lowly  cross  is  reared  to  mark  each  place 

of  prayer, 
"And  show  to  every  traveler,  the   Christians  have  been 

there : 
"A  Christian  king  is  on  the  throne,  the  Queen  of  Sheba 

sat  upon, 
"And  have  you  heard  of  the  silver  cross,  long  firmly  held 

by  Prester  John  ? 
"Go  where  you  will,  you're  sure  to  hear  of  Jesus'  lowly 

name, 
"In  Arctic  seas,   in  Southern  Zones,   his   love  they  still 

proclaim. 

"I  know  not  what  to  think  of  Him;  he  must  be  our  Mes- 
siah, 
"His  fame  is  rolling  o'er  the  world,  like  one  great  wave 

of  fire." 

And  saying  this,  once  more  the  Hebrew  bathed  his  head, 
While  gazing  upward  into  space,  Ahashuerus  said: 
"Alas!  I  know  full  well  the  truth  of  what  you  say  tome, 
"Three  times  I've  wandered 'round  the  world,  and  had 

some  chance  to  see; 
"And,  Oh!   How  weary  now  am  I,   for  all  He  said  was 

true, 

*  The  sculptured  form  of  a  sbip  is  found  carved  in  the  cavern 
temples  along  the  Nile  from  Meroe  to  Memphis  (no  doubt  by  the 
primitive  settlers  of  Nubia  and  Abyssinia,  who  came  from  Persia 
and  India),  to  commemorate  their  escape  from  the  Deluge. 


74  THE   WANDERING    JEW  ; 

"I've  often  tried,  but  cannot  die,  I  am  the   *  Wandering 

Jew.' 
*  #  ••?•  #  #  # 

The  Arab  wild  forgot  his  lance,  Levi  forgot  his  pack, 
They  dropped  their  cups  and  started  off,   not  daring  to 

look  back! 
For,  even  away  in  Timbuctoo,  they'd  heard  with  dread  of 

the  "Wandering  Jew." 
He  has  crossed  the  Nile  and  is  tramping   on,  away  from 

the  Cataract's  roar, 
And  nearing  the  caves  of  the  Troglodytes*  by  the  stormy 

Red  Sea  shore; 
Who  watched  the  ships  of  Tarshish  go,  all  richly  laden 

to  and  fro, 
With  myrrh  and   frankincense  and  gold,  away  to  Tyre 

and  Sidon  old, 
To  trade  with  great  king  David's  son,  for  Cedar  trees  of 

Lebanon. 
There  the  Ethiop  spreads  his  tiny  sail,   and  scuds  before 

the  Yemen  gale, 
Lightly  rocking  on  the  tide,  where  Algae   and  the  coral 

hide, 

Their  pink  and  emerald  tints   away,  beneath  the   phos- 
phorescent spray, 
That  floats  above    the  meadows   green,   where  wide  the 

Sea  trees'  f  arms  are  seen, 
With  graceful  branches  lightly  spread,  above  the  Red 

Sea's  rocky  bed. 

Ahashuerus   crosses    over  the    "Way   of    Tears "  J  to 

Yemen's  shore, 
Where  strong  the  spicy  breezes  blow,  with  fragrant  musk 

of  Iladramant. 

*  The  ancient  fish  caters  of  Abyssinia,  who  dwelt  in  caves,  as  they 
did  before  the  Hood. 

t  Strabo  speaks  of  trees,  like  the  laurel  and  olive,  as  seen  grooving 
at  the  bottom  of  the  Keel  Sea. 

\  "  Bab  el  Mandeb,"  straits,  EO  called  by  the  ancient  Arabs  on  ac- 
ount  of  the  great  danger  in  sailing  through  them. 


OB  THE  FULFILMENT   OF   PROPHECY.  75 

Across  the  gulph  the  great  Sun  shines,   a  column  rising 

higher, 

Then  slowly  sinks  in  Africa's  sands,  a  pillar  huge*  of  fire. 
In  Aden's  woods  he  roams  along,  the  nightingales  loud 

trill  their  song, 
And  Nature  seems  as  bright  and  gay,   as  e'er  it  did  in 

Adam's  f  day. 
As  when  in  Paradise   he  strayed,  with  his  loved  Eve,   a 

beauteous  maid; 
Ere  he  was  driven  forth  to  roam,  and  she,  poor  woman, 

left  her  home, 
And  crossed  Arabia's  burning  sands,  to  dwell  with  him 

in  other  lands. 


(Of  all  the  trials  her  daughters  have  seen,  the  leaving  of 
home,  the  greatest  have  been.) 

*  Sec  "Lord  Valencia's  Travels,"  Vol.  II. 

1 1  have  located  the  Garden  of  Eden  "eastward"  in  Aden,  Arabia; 
the  Eiver  Pison  of  Genesis  is  the  Red  Sen,  which  is  thought  to  have 
been  an  ancient  river.  Gihon  is  the  Nile  "that  compasseth  the  whole 
land  of  Ethiopia,"  Genesis  chap.  2,  v.  13.  The  third  River  is  the 
Tigris  ("Hiddelsel")  thut  is  it  which  goeth  towards  the  cast  of  As- 
syria, and  the  fourth  River  is  Euphrates,  Genesis  chap,  11,  v.  14. 

I  The  Arabs  have  a  tradition  that  Adam  was  separated  from  his 
wife  200  years  after  the  "fall,"  and  spent  his  time  in  prayer  on  Mt. 
Arafat,  east  of  Mecca,  in  Arabia,  until  Eve  joined  him  and  they 
went  to  reside  in  Ceylon,  which  seems  to  agree  with  a  similar  tradi- 
tion in  India,  See  Vol.  2  of  Chnchton's  ''History  of  Arabia." 


76  THE   WANDERING   JEW 


CANTO   VI. 


ECLINING   under    a    Teenah*   tree,     Ahashuerus 

chanced  to  see 
A  lonely  Hebrew  Maiden,  who  seemed  with  sorrow  laden, 
And  thus  accosting  her,  he  said,  "  Why  does  sorrow  bow 

thy  head, 

"Daughter  of  Israel? 
"Art  thou,  too,  doomed  to  wander,  and    never   find  a 

home, 

"  Or  has  thy  truant  lover,  gone  from  thec  far  to  roam?" 
"  Ah  !  Father,  thou  hast  rightly  said;  we'll  never  find  a 

place, 

"  Where  we  can  safely  settle  down ;  we  are  a  hated  race. 
"  In  Yemen's  land  my  Father  dwelt,  and  plied  his  honest 

trade ; 

"But  I,  alas,  now  wander  here,  a  lonely  orphan  maid. 
"The  Moslems  took   my  Father's  life,  and  drove    my 

lover  far  away, 
"  And  I  was  soon  to  be  his  wife,  but  here,  ah  me,  I  lonely 

stray; 
"Dear  Isaac  fought  them  long  and  well,  but,  oh!  they 

bound  bis  hands, 
"And  he  lias  gone  the  train  to  swell,  of  slaves  in  Afric's 

sands. 
"Oh,  Isaac!  Thou  hast  gone  from  me,  and  thy  loved  form 

no  more  I'll  see  !  " 
At  this  she   bowed  her  beauteous  head,  and  many  were 

the  tears  she  shed, 


*  The  Hebrew  name  for  "Fig  tree,"  the  leaves  of  which  are  very 
large  in  Aden,  and  with  which  material  our  maternal  ancestress  Eve 
worried  over  her  first  ovcrskirt. 


OE   THE   FULFILMENT    OF   PROPHECY,  77 

Then,  raising  up  her  lustrous*  eyes,  she'clasps  her  jeweled 

hands  and  cries : 
"  Oh,  great  Jehovah  !  can   it  be,  that  he  will  never  come 

to  me  ? 
'•  Father,    lover,    all    are    gone,    and   I   am  left  here  all 

alone  I " 
The   Jew  looked  down  upon   her  grief,   and  sighed  he 

could  not  give  relief. 

"My  load  is  heavier  far  than  yours,1  Ahashuerus  said  ; 
"For  years  I've  wandered  'round  the  world,  I  wish  that 

•  .       I  were  dead! 
"  I've    come   here  now,  in  hopes  to   find,   one  spot  the 

Christians  have  not  found; 
"  One  spot  that  never  yet  has  seen,  the  hated  cross  of  the 

Nazarene." 
"  Ah,  Father,  you  seem  not  to  know,  that  Christian  ships 

sail  to  and  fro, 
"Across  the  Indian  sea. 
"And  far  off  China,  too,  they've  found  ;  I  think  they've 

gone  the  world  around, 
"  Ah,  woe  is  me  !  " 
She  paused.     For  her  quick  ear  had  caught  the  sound  of 

horses  feet, 

A  cloud  of  dust !     Her  lover  comes  upon  a  steed  so  fleet, 
They  scarce  can  see  him  touch  the  ground,  but  hills  far 

echo  back  the  sound. 

*  "Beauty  of  Jewesses,"  from  the  "Daily  Morning  Call,"  anews- 
paper  published  in  San  Francisco,  Cal.:  "  It  is  related  that  Chateau- 
briand, on  returning  from  his  Eastern  travels,  was  asked  if  he  could 
assign  a  reason  why  the  women  of  the  Jewish  race  were  so  much 
handsomer  than  the  men,  when  he  gave  the  following  :  '  Jewesses,' 
he  said,  "have  escaped  the  curse  which  alighted  upon  their  hus- 
bands, fathers  and  sons.  Not  a  Jewess  was  to  be  seen  among  the 
crowd  of  priests  and  rabble,  who  insulted  the  Son  of  God,  scourged 
Him,  crowned  Him  with  thorns,  and  subjected  Him  to  infamy  and 
the  agony  of  the  Cross.  The  women  of  Judea  believed  in  the  Saviour, 
and  assisted  and  soothed  Him  under  affliction.  The  reflection  of 
some  beautiful  ray  must  have  rested  on  the  brow  of  Jewesses."  A 
portion  of  the  above  extract  from  CLateaubriand  is  omitted  for  want 
of  space  for  marginal  uote,v&c. 


78  THE   WANDERING   JEW; 

His  Turkish  master  he  has  slain,  and  found  his  own  loved 

girl  again  ! 
"  Oh,  Isaac  !     You've  come  back  to  me  !    Rebecca  now 

will  happy  be  !" 
She  said,  and  sank  upon  his  breast,  like  dove   that  found 

its  own  loved  nest. 

Ahashuerus  turned  to  leave  that  pair,  as  happy  as  Adam 
and  Eve, 

They  thought  not  then  of  the  poor  old  Jew,  who  started 
again  the  wide  world  through. 

Away  to  the  East,  through  Aden's  sands,  where  Shed- 
dad's  *  palace  invisible  stands, 

Made  to  look  like  Eden's  bowers,  with  birds  of  gold,  and 
gilded  towers, 

And  spices  yielding  rich  perfumes,  and  trees  all  covered 
with  golden  blooms. 

(But  since  he  built  long  years  have  been,  and  nought  but 
a  desert  now  is  seen  ) 

Now  "on*  to  the  North  the  old  Jew  flies,  where  the  mi- 
narets of  Mecca  rise, 

Arid  the  multitude  of  pilgrims  swell,  the  crowd  around 
the  Zeni-Zcm  well; 

They  come  from  every  quarter,  they  come  from  every 
way, 

To  keep  the  Feast  of  Beiram,  in  the  lovely  month  of  May. 

From  India's  strand,  from  Persia's  land,  from  Afric's 
sunny  shores, 

With  camel  loads  of  riches  rare,  the  host  tumultuous 
pours. 

To  the  Holy  Land  of  Islam,  Mahomet's  followers  come, 

And  bow  with  pious  awe  before  Kaaba'sf  sacred  dome. 

*Sheddud.  The  Son  of  Ad,  kiup;  of  a  giant  race,  descended  in  the 
fourth  generation  from  Shem.  He  built  a  splendid  palaec  and 
gardens  to  imitate  the  •'  Garden  of  S>.U-n,*'  but  on  aeeouut  of  his  im- 
picly,  he  was  destroyed  with  his  fo. lowers,  when  within:  a  day's 
journey;  but  the  Arabs  say  it  still  stands,  'though  invisible. 

t  The  great  Temple  at  Mecca. 


OR   THE   FULFILMENT   OF   PROPHECY.  79 

They  drink  the  milky  water,  that  flows  from  Hagar's* 

spring, 
While  loud,  the  sacred  walls  around,  with  Allah's  praises 

ring; 
Then  men  and  camels  march  away,  to  sacred  Arafat  to 

pray; 
Ahashuerus    follows   "oft"   unnoticed    raid   the    mighty 

throng, 

A   sad   and   lone   unhappy    man,    in    that   great   merry 
caravan. 

He    is   seated   on   the  mountain's   side,  watching  the 
waves  of  Ihrani  f  sweep 

Through  the  long  defile,  where  pilgrims  ride,  their  "Day 
of  Sacrifice"  to  keep. 

And  Oh,  how  he  does  long  to  go,  where  Carmel's  sides 
with  verdure  grow, 

And  where  the  Sharon  roses  bloom,  and  shed  abroad 
their  sweet  perfume, 

To  smell  the  breezes  once  again,  that  blow  across  the 
Syrian  plain! 

Towards  old  Sinai's  distant  peak,  he  turns  his  weary  eye, 

'Tis  useless!     Rest  he  ne'er  can  seek,  but  still  must  on- 
ward fly  ! 

The  Lord  saidj  unto  Moses,  the  servant  he   loved  best, 

"My  presence  shall  go  with  thee,  andlwill  give  theerest." 

But  to  the  "  Wandering  Jew,"  he  said,    "Until 'I  do  re- 
turn, 

"Thou  too  must    'go*  and  to   and  fro,  where   the  sandy 
deserts  burn, 

"  Across  the  seas,  through  the  mountains'  breeze,  to  all 

lands,  thou  shalt  turn!" 
•H-  •:?  #  *  x  # 

He  turned  away  from  Arafat,  toward  the  Oman  Sea, 
Outstripped  the  Ostrich  in  his  stride  over  desert  Araby; 

*  The   Zem-Zera  well,  said  to  be  the  spring  where  Hagar  found 
water  for  Jshmael. 

t  White  robes,  worn  by  the  pilgrims  on  the  "  Day  of  Sacrifice. 

j  Exodus  xxxin.  chap.,  14th  verse. 


80  THE   WANDERING   JEW; 

Where  ages  gone,  a  giant  race  had  built  their  cities  fair, 
Ere   Heaven   entombed    them  in  the  sand  and  left  no 

record  *  there. 

The  antelopes  and  wild  gazelles  are  bounding  swiftly  by, 
And  the  dreary  lapwing  seems   to  say,  "GoonJ    until 

you  die.  "f 

'Mid  the  mournful  ruins  of  Babylon,  where  the  owl 
and  bittern  fly, 

The  Hyena  grins  and  Lion  roars,  and  the  savage  Tigers 
cry; 

Where  the  Serpents  hiss  and  slide  around  the  dark  bitu- 
men walls, 

Whose  broken  fragments,  scattered,  lie  in  the  Semiramis 
halls; 

He  stands  near  the  old  "Mujelibe,"  within  whose  dun- 
geons damp, 

Lay  his  fathers  in  captivity,  and  listened  to  the  tramp, 

Of  Nebuchadnezzar's  sentinels,  as  they  paced  their  watch- 
ful round, 

On  the  broad,  high  walls  of  Babylon,  or  harkened  to  the 
sound 

Of  the  roar  of  the  mighty  Euphrates! 

As  it  passed  the  brazen  gates,  and  watered  the  white  and 
fertile  ground, 

On  its  way  to  the  Indian  seas ! 

He  gazes  on  the  time-worn  bank,  whore  the  weeping  wil- 
lows wave, 

That  now  with  reeds  and  weeds  is  rank,  that  cover  many 
a  grave ; 

Where  the  Israel  Fathers  sat  and  wept,  for  thatZion  they 
never  should  see, 

*  An  Arab  tradition  that  an  ancient  giant  race  were  swallowed  up 
by  a  Deluge  of  Sand,  for  their  impiety,  in  the  province  of  Nejed.  See 
Bnrkhardt's  "Travels  in  Arabia." 

t  The  Arabs  think  lhat  the  lan.srw.iffe  of  the  Lapwing  may  be  un- 
derstood. See  Andrew  Chrichtou's  kk  History  of  Arabia." 


OR   THE   FULFILMENT   OF   PROPHECY.  8l 

Whose  songs  they  sung,  then  hung  their   harps  upon  the 

willow  tree. 
He  thinks  of  great  Beltshazzar's  feast,  within  the  "Kasr" 

grand, 
Where  they  drank  from  the  sacred  Temple   cups,   and 

trembled,  as  a  hand, 
In  mystery,  wrote  the  awful  words  of   warning,  none 

could  read, 
Till  Daniel  bade  them  to  beware,  of  the  Persian  and  the 

Mede. 
Now   the   fiery  dragon  waves  his  tail,   and  the   horrid 

Satyrs  dance, 

Where  stood  those  palaces,  gone  like  snow,  before  Jeho- 
vah's glance. 
The  wondrous  Lake,  the  noble  quays,   "  the  gardens  in 

the  air;" 
Oh!    Where   are  all  their  splendors  now?     The  echoes 

answer,  "Where?" 
And  now  he  stands  on  Babel's  height,  where  Nirnrod 

called  his  host, 
To  build  a  temple  high  as  Heaven.   How  vain  the  impious 

boast ! 
The  Lord  confused  their  many  tongues,  and  scattered  far 

and  wide, 

In  many  lands,  by  many  seas,  He  did  their  hosts  divide. 
The  majestic  Lion  paces  now,  with  loud  and  angry  roar, 
Before  that  ruined  Tower,  where  sat,  long  years  before, 
The  golden  statue  of  Jupiter,  upon  its  throne  of  gold, 
Where  once  the  wise  astrologers  watched  the  constel- 
lations rolled, 
Across  the  Chaldean  firmament,  as  they  looked  out  on 

the  sky, 
From  the  top  of  that  towering  monument,  built  up  so 

wondrous  high. 

Now  "CM"  Ahashuerus  comes,  hoping  they  will  devour 
Him,  but  those  lordly,  fiery  beasts,  before  him  strangely 

cower  ! 


82  THE   WANDERINO  JEW; 

And  shrinking  back  within  their  lair,  they  utter  a  whine 

so  low, 

As  if  they  lay  in  terror  there,  beseeching  him  to  "  go." 
He  flies  away  from  Babylon,  and  Bagdad's  famous  plain, 
Northwest  towards  the  Euxine  Sea,  he  swiftly  "goes" 

again. 
His    countrymen,    on    every   side,    are   filled  with  war's 

alarms, 
For  Christians  (?)  other  Christians  (?)  meet,  amid  the  clash 

of  arms. 

And  all  unite  to  persecute  poor  Israel's  wandering  race, 
Who  for  their  great  Messiah  look,  in  every  land  and 

place. 

He  makes  his  way  across  the  lands,  longing  to  be  alone, 
At  length  with  a  look  of  awe  he  stands,  up,  up  on  the 

topmost  stone, 
Of   the    lofty  height  of  the  Jungfrau  bald,  where   the 

grand  glacier  of  Grindenwald,* 
Has  gathered  its  boulders,   ice  and  snow,  on   its  way  to 

the  storm-swept  vale  below. 
He  gazes  down  towards  that  sea,  where  sooner  or  later 

that  mass  will  be; 
For  like  him,  'though  wasted  and  worn  by  time,  'tis  ever 

renewed  by  a  Power  Sublime, 
And  though  often  stopped  in  its  onward  course,   is  still 

impelled  by  an  unseen  force, 
And  groaning  "goes  on"  to  the  boundless  sea,  the  awful 

type  of  Eternity! 
#  #  -x-  *  %  * 

The  rainbows  glitter  with  a  thousand  dyes,  far,  far 

below,  and  on  he  flies: 

O'er  the  Alpine  fields,  where  the  "Algae "f  grows. 
All  things  seem  sunk  in  deep  repose, 

*  See  the  beautiful  description  of  the  "Jungfrau,"  by  Prof.  Agas- 
Biz,  in  his  "Geological  Sketches." 

t  A  plant  of  the  Arctic  regions,  which  grows  in  such  abundance, 
that  it  colors  the  fields  of  snow  like  blood. 


OF  THf 

f  UNIVERSITY 

OF 


OR   THE   FULFILMENT   OF   PROPHECY. 


No  sound  of  man,  or  beast,  or  bird,  through    all  that 

frozen  scene  is  heard. 
He  fain  would  stay  and  cool  his  brow,  on  the  lonely 

mountain's  side, 
But  again,  he's  called  upon  to  "#o,"  away  through  the 

world,  so  wide. 


CANTO  VII. 


E  left  "Helvetia's  flowery  fields,"  and  crossed  the 

lands  again, 
Where  dark  the  ages  slow  had  rolled,  since  the  days  of 

Charlemagne. 
But  merging  now  into  the  light  of  Christian  love  and 

chivalry, 
And  making  up  the  pages  bright,   our  blessed  Religion's 

History. 

In  Hamburg's  gloomy  street  he  stood,*  where  the  wind- 
ing Elbe  flowed, 
And  sadly  thought,  how  many  years  he'd  borne  his  heavy 

load. 
•'Oh!    If  I'd  only  lifted  the  Saviour's  cross,  when  he 

asked  me  to  let  him  stand, 

"A  moment  by  my  garden  wall,  awaj^in  my  native  land; 
"I  would  not  now  be  wandering,  o'er  the  wide  world's 

dreary  waste,11 
Hark!    Again  those  dreadful  words,  " Be  gone,  go  on" 

and  "haste!" 
With  trembling  speed  away  he  flies,  where  the  Arctic 

snow  forever  lies, 

*  Ahashuerus,  the  "shoemaker,"   was  Baid   to  have  been  seen  in 
Hamburg,  in  the  16th  century,  by  Dr.  Paul  van  Schleswig. 


84:  THE  WANDERING  JEW; 

And  dreading  he  should  the  "phantom1'  meet,  again  he 

hears  those  little  feet,* 
That,  mincing,  danced  so  long  ago,  now  doomed  to  wander 

to  and  fro  ! 
Of  all  the  scenes  through  which  he'd  passed,  none  caused 

his  heart  to  bound  so  fast, 
As  that  poor  phantom  girl  to  meet,  and  hear  again  those 

pattering  feet ! 
With  one  mad  bound  he   leaves  the  shore,  of  the  old 

world  for  the  new  once  more, 
And,  breathless,  finds  a  frozen  bed  beside  an  Indian  long 

since  dead, 
Who  oft,  in  honor  of  great  "Jugjak,"  f  had  danced  with 

his  dusky  bride, 
With  amber  J  hung  from   lips  and  nose,    the  Koniaga's 

pride; 
But  many  a  winter  storm  had  blown,  since  they,  mourning, 

carried  him  forth, 
And   laid    him    to  rest  in  his  seal  skin  shroud,  Avith  his 

head  to  the  frozen* North. 
The  old  Jew  envied  his  peaceful  rest,  but  no,  he  had  to 

'>." 

And,  still  reluctant,  trudged  along  to  the  land  of  the  Es- 
quimaux, 
Where  the  long,  long  winter-night  had  come,  and  the  Orb 

of  Day  had  gone, 
Far  to  the  South  with  blessed  beams,  other  lands  to  shine 

upon. 

The  busy  din  of  man  is  stopped,  and  all  is  still  and  dark; 
The  hum  of  the  wilderness  is  hushed,  the  Great  Sea  Lions 

bark, 
And  the  Polar  Owl  and  the  Polar  Bear,  are  only  left  to 

see, 

*  The  Daughter  of  Herodias. 

tThe  spirit  of  the  Sea,  See  p  85  of  c.  2.  vol.  1  of  Hubert  Home 
Bancroft's  great  work  on  "  The  native  raees  of  the  Pacific  States." 

t  Amber  was  an  article  of  commerce  with  the  Koniagas  ;  it  was 
thrown  up  in  great  quantities  by  earthquakes  from  the  ocean.  See 
p.  72,  Ibid. 


'     OK   THE  FULFILMENT   OF  PROPHECY.  85 

Great  Nature's  fire-works  *  in  the  air,  where  the  daylight 

used  to  be. 

There  in  his  crystal  palace,!  with  plenty  of  blubber  and  oil, 
The  Esqimau  dozes  his  time  away,   'till  the  Sun  brings 

back  his  toil. 

Ahashuerus  roams  along  by  the  frozen  Arctic  shore, 
And  down  through  the  wilds  of  the  "Great  Lone  Land," 

through  the  Rocky  chain  once  more, 
On  Mount  Diablo's  sunny  top,  he  sat  him  down  to  rest, 
And, glancing  down  the  sloping  vales, towards  the  glorious 

West, 

The  silent  Bay  lay  stretched  away,  in  virgin  quietude, 
With  only  the  swing  of  the  sea  gull's  wing,  leading  her 

screaming  brood; 
He  thought,  at  last  he  had  found  a  place,  where  the  cross 

would  trouble  him  not, 
For  all  around  were  a  savage  race,  and  he  might  be  forgot. 

Poor  old  man!  You  are  wrong  again,  for,  look!  and  you 

will  find, 
The  wide  spread  sail  in  the  "Golden  Gate"  of  the  good 

t  ship  "Golden  Hind. "J 
That  ship  will  sail  around  the  world,  and  'tis  only  the 

Pioneer, 
Of  the  ones  that  will  line  that  noble  Bay,  now  looking  so 

lone  and  drear; 
And  you  know  not,  that  the  cross  will  come,  and  bells  on 

the  evening  air, 
Call  many  a  Red  man  from  his  home,  to  count  his  evening 

prayer. 
Down  by  that  broad  Pacific  wave,  you  can   almost  hear 

the  roar 
Of   the    breakers  dashing  on  the  rocks,   that  line   that 

Western  shore. 
*  The  Aurora  Borealis. 

t  Their  winter  ho  uses  are  built  of  slabs  of  enow  with  ice  windows. 
Sec  the  same  splendid  work  of  Bancroft. 

t  The  ship  in  which  Sir  Francis  Drake  spent  the  winter  of  U79-SO, 
in  the  I:  arbor  of  San  Francisco. 


86  THE   WANDERING   JEW; 

Red  men  will  dig  the  sandy  soil,  the  Fathers  plant  the  vine, 

To  spread  one  day  o'er  the  land  away,  and  yield  the  ruby 
wine. 

You  then  will  see  the  apple  bloom,  and  orange  with  its 
rich  perfume; 

The  Churches  rise  on  every  hand,  and  God  with  plenty 
bless  the  land. 

(How  many  years  youstillmustrove,  no  one  butHecansay, 

But  when  the  "Star"  gets  'round  the  world,  then  comes 
the  Judgment  Day. 

The  "  Brilliant  Star  of  Bethlehem,"  as  that  of  "  Empire" 
takes  its  way, 

Still  to  the  West  and  ever  West,  and  you  can  only  pray: 

"Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time,  when  beneath  Mes- 
siah's sway, 

Every  nation,  every  clime,  shall  the  Gospel  call  obey!") 

"On"  to  the  East  he  turns  his  step,  listening  to  the  roar, 

Of  Yosemite,  finding  its  winding  way  to  the  broad  Paci- 
fic shore. 

The  Red  men  lurk  in  every  crag,  and  dart  behind  each  tree, 

But  Ahashuerus  knows  not  fear,  wherever  he  may  be. 

In  a  lonely  wood  of  dark  old  pines,*  they  are  building 
the  funeral  pyre, 

And  decking  their  chief  in  his  gaudy  plumes,  for  the 
last  sad  funeral  fire,f 

Those  pines  that  sounded  many  a  chant,  o'er  the  simple 
savage  men, 

Who  had  roamed  by  the  thousands,  'neath  their  boughs, 

And  were  resting  'neath  them  then. 

('Tis  said,  they  had  no  word  for  God,  J  I  think  it  cannot  be, 

In  roaming  through  God's  temples  grand,  who  knows  but 
they  could  see, 

The  great  "good  Spirit"   looking  down,  through  every 

cloud-topped  tree  ?) 

*  On  King's  River,  Fresno  County,  California. 
%  The  Indians  of  the  Bay  of  Sail  Francisco  burned  their  dead.     See 

Bancroft's  "Native  Races,"  p.  306,  note  140. 

t  Father  Junipero  Serra  says  they  had  no  word  signifying  God. 


OR   THE   FULFILMENT   OF   PROPHECY.  87 

His   brow  is  fanned   by  the  Western   breeze,  that  is 

sighing  through  those  grand  old  trees; 
But  he  must  "go  on,"  he  cannot  rest,  and  he  travels  again 

to  the  farthest  West, 
Where  the  Indians   skim  the  billows  through,  on  their 

bunch  of  tule  or  light  canoe; 
Their  maidens  braid  the  baskets  well,  and  busy  string 

the  mussel  shell.* 
(Bright  were  the  days,  when  they  used  to  dance  to  the 

sound  of  the  turtle  shell, 
With  pebbles   cast  on   the  sandy  beach,  by  the  Sandy 

Ocean's  swell ; 
When  they  carried  the  bride  to  her  lover's  home,   and 

scattered  bright  berries  around, 
With  flowers  and  seeds,  they  gathered  for  her,  from  the 

plentiful  fruitful  ground. 
But  those  days  are  gone,  and  slow  and  sad,  they  gather 

their  acorns  to-day, 
'Though  grasshoppers  swarm  on  every  plain,   they  must 

wander  far  away, 

And  starve  in  sight  of  their  ancient  home,  where  they 
roamed  in  peace  ere  the  white  man  come.) 

Through    Arizona's  desert   sands,   where  roamed  the 

wild  Apache  bands, 
And  the  Cacti  stand  on  the  lonely  waste,  again  he  "goes" 

in  trembling  haste. 

Glad  for  a  little  while  to  rest,  on  Orizaba's  snow  clad  crest, 
Such  rest,  alas!  he   only  knows,  as  the  slumbering  fires 

beneath  her  snows. 

Through  old  Flascala's  narrow  streets  to  f  air  Cholula'sf 
towers, 

*  Strings  of  white  mussel  shells  were  used  for  currency,  valued  ac- 
cording to  the  length,  by  the  Indians  of  Southern  California.  See 
note  164,  page  409,  of  "  Bancroft's  Native  Races." 

t  Cortes  counted  400  towers  in  Cholula.  Vol.  2  p.  9  of  Prescott's 
"Conquest  of  Mexico." 


88  THE   WANDERING  JEW; 

Where  the  mystic  fires,  undying,  show  Qnetzalcoatl's  l 

powers, 

And  from  the  Teocallis  high,  by  that  far  shining  light,  j 
The  priests  proclaim  in  trumpet  tones,   "the  watches  of 

the  night," 
He  comes!  But  the  cross  is  there!  where  once  the  bloody 

altars  were, 
And   on   the  Teocallis    high,   the    trembling  victims  no 

more  lie. 
But  the  "Holy  mother,"  calm  and  mild,  looks  down  upon 

her  "Blessed  child,"' 
As  if  in  sorrow,  that  his  reign  should  cause  his  followers 

any  pain. 

He  is  wandering  now  with  sullen  brow,  by  Tenochtit- 

lan's2  salty  Lake, 
That  has  slowly  died  away, 
"Since  the  waters  covered  all  the  earth,"   that  fearful 

deluge  day! 
Where  the  Nations  long  did  come  and  go,   from  sultry 

land,  from  Arctic  snow, 
The  giant  race  from  India's  strand,  who  left  their  trace 

on  every  hand ; 
Then   Toltecs  from  old  Egypt    come,    and  South   and 

North  they  build  their  home,  3 

Leaving  many  a  pyramid,  to  tell  us  what  that  people  did. 
And  Aztecs  from  Mongolia's4   shore,  down  to  the  great 

Northwest  did  pour, 

1  The  God  of  Analmac,   supposed  to  be  the    Apostle  St.  Thomas. 
See  note  7,    page  5,   of  vol.  2   of  Wm.  H.  Prescott's  "Conquest  of 
Mexico." 

2  So  called  in  token  of  its  miracaious  origin.      In  1325   the  Aztecs, 
after  many  wanderings,  halted  on  the  Southwestern  borders  of  the 
Large  Lake,  and  there  beheld  a   Royal  Eagle,    perched   on   a  cactus 
stem,  his  wings  opened  to  the  rising  Sun,  holding  a  serpent  in  his 
talon.     (It   is   now   their  national   emblem.)     See  vol.  1,   p.  17,  of 
Prescott's  "Conquest  of  Mexico." 

;.  Israelites  led  by  Tanuh. 

4  See  vol.  1,  p.  2,  of  Prescott's  "Conquest  of  Mexico,"  concerning 
the  Aztecs. 


OR  THE   FULFILMENT   OF  PROPHECY.  89 

And  built  their  Temples,  grand  arid  high,  to  read  to  us 

their  story  by. 
Till  that  sad  day,  Malinche  come l    to  Montezuma's  royal 

home, 
From  Eastern  land,   as  was  foretold,   by  all  the  oracles 

of  old; 

In  vain  did  Gautemozin  brave,  lead  on  his  countrymen, 
They  only  sank  beneath  the  wave,  that  covered  Tenoch- 

titlan  then ; 
While  some  poor  wretches  lived  to  see,  their  chieftain 

swing  from  Ceiba  2   tree. 
(They  say,  Malinche's^   shadow  roams  along  the  Royal 

Hill,  4 
And  watches  o'er  the  "mountain  throne,"  as  if  she  saw 

it  still. 
No  more  the  green  chiuampa's  floats,  along  the  inland 

seas, 
No   more    does  Montezuma  roam,    beneath   his  cypress 

trees! 
The    long  gray  moss   so   mournful  waves   above  those 

gardens  fair, 
While  they  are  slumbering  in  their  graves,   around  him 

everywhere.) 

But  now  he  starts  once  more  to  fly,  and  leaves  behind 

him  Mexitli. 
With  a  mournful  sigh   and  look  of  pain,  he  bounds  away 

across  the  plain, 
And  down  beyond  the  sultry   lands,   till  in  the  Andes' 

heart  he  stands, 

On  Chimborazo's  glittering  top,  bright  diadem  of  snow, 
He  halts  again  in  re  very,  to  think  where  next  to  "go." 

1  Nov.  8th,  1519.     Sec  Ibid. 

a  See  Ibid,  p.  286,  Book  7,  vol.  3. 

3  Malinche  was  the  Aztec  name  of  Doiia  Marina;    Cortes  was  so 
called  because  they  were  seen  always  together  during  the  conquest, 
she  acting  as  his  interpreter.   See  vol.  3,  p.  293,  Prescott's  "Conquest 
of  Mexico." 

4  Chapultopec.     •'  Island  gardens,  called  "Chinampas." 


90  THE   WANDEBING   JEW; 

A  splendid  scene  oefore  him  lies,   hills  crown  the  hills, 

and  mountains  rise, 
From  that  fair  valley  down  below,   up  to  the  monarch 

crowned  with  snow. 

Where  the  mighty  river,  Amazon,  is  only  a  little  rill, 
Winding  like  a  silver  thread,  adown  the  rocky  hill, 
Past  garden,  orchard,  hamlet,  town,  and  down  the  grand 

plateau, 

Those  waters,  growing  wider  still,  on  to  the  ocean  go. l 
Before  him  lies  a  granite  steep,  with  torrents  rushing  by, 
Down,  down  so  many  fathoms  deep  Oh!  How  he  fain 

would  lie, 

Forever  in  that  chasm  dark,  away  from  mortal  view, 
And  never  hear  again but,  Hark!  Those  dread  words 

ringing  through 
The  mountain's  rocky  side,  and  on  he  goes  again,  ne'er 

looking  back, 
And    follows,     trembling,    close    upon     the     mountain 

shepherd's  narrow  track. 
The  gentle  Llamas  turn  their  eyes,  with  wondering  look 

as  on  he  flies; 
Away  to  Cuzco  swift  he  goes,  where  the  Incas  sit   in 

silent  rows, 
Within  the  Temple  of  the  Sun,  tlfeir  battles  fought,  their 

labors  done. 
No  more  those  lordly  Incas  ride  to  the  "  Feast  of  Rami,"  2 

in  their  pride, 
No   more    the    simple  Indians   see,    the  joyous  days  of 

TJpanqui ; 3  . 

Who,  with  golden  plow  upturned  the  soil,   and  smiled 

upon  their  willing  toil, 
As   they  lightly    swung   the   Ozier    bridge    across    the 

Abancay,4 

1  Sec  the  beaiitiful  description  of  the  Cordilleras  of  the  Andes  in 
Prescott's  "  Conquest  of  Peru."     Vol.  1,  pn^es  6  and  7. 

2  A  rational  solemnity,  held  at  the  period  of  the  Summer  solstice. 
3co  vol.  1,  p.  103.  Preseott's  "Conquest  of  Peru." 

3  Upanqui,  one  of  the  most  renowned  of  the  Peruvian  Sovereigns. 
Ibid,  vol.  1,  p.  116. 

4  Abancay,  a  River  of  Peru. 


OR   THE   FULFILMENT   OF  PROPHECY.  91 

Or  set  the  perfumed  trees  to  shade  the  Royal  Inca's  way, 
As  he  went  up,   his  battles  done,  to  lead  the  worship  of 

the  Sun. 
On  Coricancha's  *   ruined  walls,  where  still  the  blessed 

sunlight  falls, 
As  bright  as  in  those  happy  days,  when  gold  reflected 

back  its  rays, 
He  starts  to  see,  the  cross  is  there  !     Where  is  it  not,  he 

trembling  cries, 
The  Echoes  quickly  answer,  where  ?    And   on   again  he 

quickly  flies. 

Along  the  Andes'  rocky  side,  where  the  haughty  con- 
querors used  to  ride, 
And  the  Indians  trudged  through   heat  and  cold,  to  pile 

poor  Atahualpa's 2  gold, 
He  flew  along  as  the  shades  of  night  were  settling  down 

in  gloom,  upon 
The  banks  of  the    mighty  Amazon,3   whose  waves  like 

thunder  rolled  along, 
Breaking  the  silent  solitude.    The  Condor  bird  had  sailed 

away, 
To  his  nest  on  the  mountain  crag;  the  Anaconda  lay 

concealed  beneath  the  cinnamon  tree, 
And  the  rapid  river  rolled  along  toward  the  Eastern  Sea. 
He  cooled  his  thirst  in  the  limpid  stream,  and  gathered 

the  berries  sweet, 
Listening  to   the   Cataract's  roar,    where    the    mighty 

waters4  meet. 
But  hark!  A  sound  is  borne  upon  the  breeze,  that  rustles 

through  those  lofty  trees, 

1  Corieancha,   the  most   renowned  of  the   Peruvian   Temples   in 
Cuzeo.     See  Ibid,  vol.  1,  p.  95. 

2  A  room,  17  feet  broad  and  22  feet  long,  was  piled,  by  Athahual- 
pa's  subjects  us  his  ransom,  9  feet  high,    with  plates  and  utensils  of 
gold,  but  all  in  vain.  See  Prescott's  "Conquest  of  Peru,"  p.  4S3,vol.  2. 

3  Voyage  down  the  Amazon,  A.  D.  1581. 

4  The  Napo  and  the  Amazon. 


92  THE  WANDERING   JEW; 

And  looking  down  the  roaring  stream,  that  shines  like 

silver  in  the  beam. 
Of  the  full  moon,  gleaming  through  the  vine,   that  o1er 

the  towering  palm  doth  twine, 

He  sees  a  wild  and  haggard  man,  pursued  by  furies! 
Their  long  hair  streaming  in  the  wind!    On   they  come 

with  wild  yells, 
Waking   the   silent   shades!     The   slimy  alligator  starts 

from  his  slumbers, 
'Neath  the  dark  green  glades,  and,  wondering,  slips  into 

the  stream. 
Ahashuerus  rises  up,   and  his  tall  form  like  some  weird 

apparition, 

Seems  to.  stay  the  speed  of  those  wild  Amazons. 
They  start,   they  stop,  they  whisper  low,  behold,  they 

turn  around  to  go, 
Rush  madly  down  the  marshy  bank,  and  dash  into  the 

river ; 
Each  swims   along  and  holds  aloft  her  ponderous  bow 

and  quiver. 
At  length  they  reach  their  leafy  isle,  and  mermaid  like 

they  rise, 
And  soon  are  hid  in   deepest  shade,   away  from  mortal 

eyes. 
Then  spoke  that  famished  creature  wild,  as  earnest  as  a 

little  child: 
"Ah,  Father!     God  has  sent  you  here,    where   I  have 

wandered  many  a  year, 
To  lead  me  from  this  dismal  place! " 
"What  brought  you  here?'1  the  old  man  said,   "You 

look  like  envoy  from  the  dead." 

"I  came  with  Orellana,   near  forty  years  ago,  who  left 

me  here  to  die,  by  want  and  hunger,  slow, 

"  But  an  Indian  maiden  fed  me,  and   here  I  am  to-day, 

and  oh,  what  I  have  suffered  since  my 

comrades  went  away. 
"My  poor  old  head  has  long  been  white,  through  want 

and  hunger,  pain  and  fright. 


OE  THE  FULFILMENT    OF  PROPHECY.  93 

"What  became  of  brave  Pizarro,  we  left  so  far  behind, 

the  remembrance  of  my  comrades  is 

fading  from  my  mind. 
"Oh!  Could  I  but  leave  this  dismal  shore,  and  see  my 

own  Castile  once  more!'' 
"Your   brave  Pizarro's  long    since  dead,"  with  bitter 

sneer  the  old  Jew  said; 
"  And  Atahualpa  is   avenged!    Those  bloody  men  who 

carried  the  sword, 
"And  hated  cross  to  Cuzco's  walls,  now  headless  sleep  in 

bloody  graves!! 
"But,  ah!    I  know  that  hundreds  more  will  come,  and 

silently  and  surely 
"The  Pagan  races  will  melt  away  like  snow  before  the 

Rising  Sun! 
"And  the  steady  march  of  the  mystic  cross,  is  only  just 

begun." 

"But  I  must  up  and  *0ft'    again,  and  bear  my  heavy 

load  of  pain." 
The  old  Jew  spied  a  swift  canoe,  and,  entering  it,  they 

darted  through 
The  waters  of  that  rushing  stream,  lit  by  the  beauteous, 

silvery  beam, 
Of  the  moon  then  riding  overhead,   and  down  upon  the 

rocky  bed, 
It  shone  as  bright  as  in  the  sky,  with  many  a  bright  star 

twinkling  by; 
Their  light  canoe  was  carried  fast,   the  rocks   and  isles, 

and  banks  flew  past, 
With  lightning  speed!  The  grand  old  river  broader  grew, 

and  wider  was  the  noble  view, 
While  bounding  "G?J"  from  bank  to  shore,  the  days  and 

nights  dragged  slowly  on, 
As  they  drew  near  the    open    sea,  whose'  roar   they'd 

heard  long,  miles  away, 
And  on  its  bosom  longed  to  be! 


94:  THE   WANDERING  JEW; 


CANTO  VIII. 


jf  HE  old  man  sat  with   head  bowed  down,  thinking 
^  all  his  wanderings  o'er, 

And  where  he  next  would  turn  his  steps,  away  from  wide 

Atlantic's  shore. 
"You're  sad,  old  man,"  the  Spaniard  said.     "Oh,  yes,  I 

am,  would  I  were  dead! 
"'Tis  years,  long  years,  since  last  I  crossed  this  bounding 

sea  alone! 
"And  now  again,  with  sinking  heart,  I  hear  its  billows 

moan ! 
"I'll  go  far  North,  where  the  Red  men  roam,  for  there, 

at  least,  I  will  not  see 
"The  hafed  cross  on  every  side;  Spaniard,   why  do  you 

stare  at  me  ?  " 
The  skiff  had  neared  the  sandy  shore,  and  the  Spaniard 

turned  to  look  once  more, 
At  the  old  man's  glittering  eyes;   then  threw  his  hands 

into  the  air, 
And  sprang  into  the  River,  where  he  sank,   no  more  to 

rise. 
The   skiff  sped  "OH,"  as  if  possessed,   across  the  broad 

Atlantic's  breast, 
Until  it  reached  the  Spanish  shore,  where  he  had  landed 

years  before; 
He  feels  the  breezes  once  again,  blow  over  Andalusia's 

plain ; 
But  his  old  friends  are  long  since  dead,  and  war  has  reared 

its  hydra  head; 
The  ships  that  proudly  *  sailed  away,  across  the   stormy 

Biscay  Bay, 

*  The  invincible  Armada  of  130  ships,  8000  sailors  and  20,000  troops; 
very  few  of  iheiu  ever  returned  to  Spain. 


CR  THE  FULFILMENT  OF   PROPHECY.  95 

By  wind  and  storm  were  backward  driven,  as  if  it  were 
the  will  of  Heaven, 

That  all  should  worship  God  in  peace,  and  wars  and  per- 
secutions cease. 

The  Moors  are  sadly  leaving  home,  afar  in  Africa  to 
roam,  * 

And  no  one  heeds  the  poor  old  Jew,  trudging  along  the 
country  through. 

In  a  lonely  cave  of  Aurignac,f  where  lie  the  human 

bones, 
Hidden  for  centuries,  long  back,  with  nought  but  silent 

stones, 
To  whisper  how  they  came  in  there,  the  Lion  and  Hyena's 

lair, 
He  sat  down  on  the  old  hearth  stone!    How  sad  to  be 

always  alone, 
No  one  to  tell  his  troubles  to,  as  he  goes  "cm,"  the  wide 

world  through. 
Around  him  are,  on  every  side,  the  traces  of  the  Deluge 

tide, 
That  piled  those  bones  in  that  lone  cave,  and  covered  up 

their  nameless  grave. 
When    the    "fountains   of   the    deep"J  broke   up,  and 

"Heaven's  windows  opened  wide," 
^The  pitiless  cold  rain  poured  down!     They  had  no  Ark 

in  which  to  ride! 
While  darker  grew  the  angry  sky,  and  colder  grew  the 

rain, 
And  lo!    the  beasts  began  to  fly  to  the  caves,  from  o'er 

the  plain. 
The  darkness  o'er  the  waters  sat,  from  the  Pyrenese  to 

Ararat, 

And  blinded  by  the  lightning's  flash,  they  heard  the  thun- 
ders roll, 

*  A.  D.  1610. 

t  See  a  work  on  "  Primitive  Mail,''  by  Louis  Figuier. 

\  Genesis,  chap.  vn. 


96  THE   WANDERING  JEW  ; 

And  the  seething  waters  wildly  dash,  and  surge  from 
pole  to  pole. 

While  safely  rode  the  noblest  bark,  that  e'er  was  built: 
Old  Noah's  Ark, 

And  the  grandest,  too,  that  e'er  will  be,  for  none  e'er 
sailed  so  wide  a  sea  ! 

That  covered  beneath  its  mountain  waves,  so  many,  many 
cavern  graves! 

They'll  tell  their  story,  soon  or  late.  It  makes  no  dif- 
ference. "  God  can  wait!  !  " 

"  Go  on"  "go  on"  you  cannot  stay,  still  calls  the  voice, 
and  he  flies  away. 

Again  in  the  light  of  the  Nisan  moon,  he  stands  on 

"Zion'shill," 
But  the  turbaned  Moslem  yet  is  there,  and  guards  her 

ruins  still. 
He  roams  around  on  Syria's  plain,  glad  on  her  sacred 

soil  to  be. 
When  will  her  sons  go  back  again  ?    That  is  the  time 

he  longs  to  see. 
He's  in  his  own  loved  land  again,   but  knows  he  cannot 

long  remain; 
He  bathes  his  head  in  Jordan's  tide,  then  passes  on  the 

other  side, 
With  strength  again  as  young  renewed,   as  when  upob 

its  banks  he  stood, 
And  bade  good  bye  to  his  Syrian  home,  when  first  he 

started  out  to  roam. 
Like  the  Owl  of  the  Desert,  or  the  lone  Pelican,  he  sat 

on  the  banks  where  the  Euphrates  ran, 
And  to  himself  again  he  said:  "Oh!  would,  oh!  would 

that  I  were  dead ! 
"How  many  years  must  I  still  rove  ?"    And  something 

seeme'd  to  say: 
"When  Bethlehem's  star  gets  'round  the  world,  then 

comes  the  Judgment  Day. 


OK  THE  FULFILMENT   OF  PEOPHECY.  97 

"  The  brilliant  star  of  Bethlehem,  like  that  of  Empire, 

takes  its  way, 

"Still  to  the  West,  and  ever  West,  and  you  can  only  pray: 
"  Hasten,  Lord,  the    glorious  time,  when  beneath  Mes- 
siah's sway, 

"Every  nation,  every  clime,  shall  the  gospel  call  obey. 
"  When  all  the  pagan  idols  fall,  and  glorious  Issa  rules 

o'er  all, 
"When  all  the  'Children  of  the  Sun,'  bask  in  the  light 

of  that  Blessed  One ; 
"When  Iran's  worshippers  declare:   He  is  the  God  Avho 

made  their  Fire, 
"When  Israel's    children  look  upon  Him,*  whom  they 

pierced,  as  their  Messiah, 
"When   Christian    hosts    from  old   Cathay,  across  fair 

Thibet  take  their  way, 

"  And,  following  still  the  brilliant  Star,   through  Cash- 
mere on  to  Kandahar; 
"And  through  the  far  famed  Ispahan,   the  ancient  City 

of  Iran, 
"The  fire  horse  snorting  o'er  the  plain,  where  used  to 

wind  the  camel  train, 
"Shall  bring  the  crowds,  who  come  to  raise  the  Temple 

walls  with  prayer  and  praise  ;t 
"To  plant  the  vine  and  till  the  soil,  and  raise  the  busy 

hum  of  toil, 
"Making  the  salt  and  sandy  plain,  a  fair  and  smiling  land 

again. 
"Then,  oh!    how  different  will  there  be,  the  changes  you 

are  bound  to  see ; 
"Then  will  the  camels  with  their  shells,  and  the  dancing 

girls  with  tinkling  bells, 
"The  princes  in  their  pal.^nqueen,  with  lovely  slaves,  no 

more  be  seen. 
"But  the  sound  of  the  anvil,  rising  high,  and  the  busy 

tramp  of  men  go  by, 
*  Zechariah,  xii.  chap.,  v.  10.       > 
t  The  Jews.     Jereu.iah,  chap.  23,  v.  8. 


98  THE   WANDEKING    JEW; 

"  Bringing  the  gold  from  far  away,  in  the  shining  Lakes 

of  Sing-Su-Hay. 

"Or  digging  under  old  Chilminar,  for  the  treasure  be- 
neath its  pillars  hid,* 
"Where  the  Peri's  daughter  said  they  were,  with   the 

jeweled  cup  of  King  lamshid. 
"The  Banyan  tree  will  spread  its  shade,  the  nightingale 

still  cheer  the  glade, 
"The  gems  be  brought  from  Oman's  sea,'  as  in  the  days 

of  Arungzebe, 
"The  lovers  sigh  by  the  Lake  of  Cashmere,   and  roses 

still  bloom  by  the  "calm  Bendoneer," 
"But,  oh,  how  many  years  must  roll,  while  you  "go  o?i," 

from  Pole  to  Pole." 


CANTO  IX. 


N  the  top  of  the  lonely  Ghebre  Hill,f  whose  sacred 
fires  seem  burning  still, 

As  the  Western  Sun's  departing  rays,  lights  up  its  height 
with  holy  blaze, 

Pie  stands  where  the  "Magi"  stood  of  yore,  when  the 
"Star"  appeared  to  them, 

The  Brilliant  Star  that  went  before,  and  stopped  o'er 
Bethlehem ; 

Pointing  out  to  them  the  way  to  the  crib,  where  the  In- 
fant Saviour  lay. 

Leaving  their  costly  viands  spread,  with  which  they  fed 
their  Hero  dead, 

They  with  bright  censer  went  far  hence,  when  angels 
sang  of  that  Blest  One, 

*  A.  D.  1660. 

t  One  of  the  mountains  near  the  Indian  Sea,  on  which  has  been 
discovered  the  ruins  of  an  old  Temple  of  the  Fire  or  Sun  Worship- 
pers. See  note  to  Moore's  "  Lalla  Rookh." 


OR  THE   FULFILMENT  OF   PROPHECY.  99 

Taking   their  myrrh    and  frankincense,  to  swing  them 

to  another  Son. 
Their  fires   are  out,    and  they  are  gone,  and  Buddha's 

Temples  'round  him  fall,1 

But  the  brilliant  Star  is  shining  on,  its  beams  are  spread- 
ing over  all. 
The  Moslem  rules  in  fair  Iran,  the  Tartan  rules  in  Kho- 

rassan, 
While  far  beyond  the  Caspian  Sea,  the  Christian  fights 

for  Liberty.2 
Some  on  beyond  the   ocean  stray,3  to  worship   God  in 

their  own  way. 
The  land   is  swept  with   evils  dire,  with  plague,   witli 

famine,  and  with  fire,4 
But  the  Hebrew  on  the  lonely  hill,  yet  hears  the  dread 

voice,  calling  still, 
As  if  it  came  from  out  the  sky,  "On,  on,  forever  you 

-must  fly." 
In  the  sultry  heat  of  the  Indian  noon,  cool  rolls  the  wave 

,  at  Gombaroon; 
But  away  across  the    sandy  seas,   and  over  the  rolling 

Euphrates, 
He  leaves  behind  the   "coral  strand,"  and  seeks  again 

the  Western  land; 

And  on  he  follows  in  the  van,  of  Tartar  horde  and  Mus- 
sulman,5 
Eager  to  see   the  Cross   go  down,  and   turrets  high  the 

Crescent  crown.6 
Ahashuerus  laughs  to  see,  the  Crescent  where  the  Cross 

should  be; 
The  moon  slow  hid  her  beauteous  face,  as  if  she  mourned 

to  know, 

1  Many  of  the  Hindoo  Temples  were  destroyed  in  the  17th  century 
by  Arungzebe.     See  vol.  I  of  "British  India,"  by  Hugh  Murray  and 
other*  of  the  Royal  Society. 

2  Thirty  years  war. 

3  The  Puritans  left  England  for  America  in  1620. 

4  Plague  in  London  in  1665,  and  great  fire  in  1666. 

5  A.  D.  1683. 

6  The  Siege  of  Vienna,  Sept.  12th,  1633. 


100  THE    WANDERING  JEW; 

That  the  Crescent  with  its  silver  horns,  was  waning  down 

below. 
"Not  unto  us,   but  unto  thee,  the  glory. Lord:   Oh,  let 

it  be,'; 

The   daring  Sobieski  cried!   In  vain  the  frightened  Mos- 
lem tried, 
To  rally  back  his  broken  men,  and  pointing  up  to  Heaven 

then, 
Said,  "  Quick,  I  tell  you  we  must  fly,  God  is  against  us, 

see  the  sky."1 
And  backward  rolled  the  pagan  wave,  and  onward  rolled 

the  "  Star." 

Ahashuerus  trudged  along  to  the  Western  Isle  afar.2 
.By  the  old  castle  wall,  where  the  green  Ivy  vine,  is  cover- 
ing all  with  its  friendly  twine, 
And  the  moonbeam  is  shining,  as  calm  as  of  yore,  when 

first  he  landed  on  Albion's  shore, 
He  is  leaning  in  sadness,  unheeded  alone,  not  one  of  his 

comrades  are  left,  they  are  gone. 
Gone  are  the  Druids,  and  Britons,  so  bold,  and  good  king 

Arthur  will  never  return, 
Gone  are  the  Romans  from  every  stronghold,  their  ashes 

are  resting  in  tomb  and  in  urn. 
No  more  is  heard  the  minstrel  song,  of  Saxoii  right  and 

Northmen  wrong. 
The    tinkling   monastery   chimes a   are   heard   no    more 

around, 
But  ponderous  bells  from  lofty  domes,'*   peal  forth  their 

solemn  sound. 
He  dashes  onward  o'er  the  plain,  for  he  hears  the  dreaded 

voice  again! 

1  There  was  an  eclipse  of  the  moon,  which  frightened  the  Turks. 

'2.  England;  according  to  the  records  there  is  scarcely  a  county  in 
Europe  which  has  not  an  account  of  being  visited  at  some  time  by 
the  Wandering  Jew.  The  last  period  of  his  appearance  in  England 
was  the  latter  part  of  the  17th  century. 

3  The  Monasteries  were  destroyed   in  the  reign  of  Henry  VIII., 
about  1530—35. 

4  Many  Churches  were  built  in  London  in  the  latter  part  of  the 
17th  century,  among  them  St.  PauPn,  by  Sir  Christopher  Wren. 


OB  THE  FULFILMENT  OF  PROPHECY.  101 

To  old  Upsala's  moss  grown  walls,  that  many  a  change 

had  seen, 
Since  Japhet's   grandson1  laid  the  stone,  where  many 

kings  have  been. 
Whose  giant  sons  have  left  those  rocks,2  piled  on  the 

Earth,  so  high, 
To  stand  the  test  of  ages  long,  and  "tell  their  story  by." 

Now  Odin's  race  has  passed,  has  passed  away,  to  blest 

Valhalla's  realm,5* 

Eternal  mansions,  bright  as  day,  he  had  prepared  for  them ; 
The  ancient  Thor4  still  thunders  on,  but  all  their  other 

Gods  are  gone; 
Some  rest  in  Asgard's  holy  halls,  some  bound  in  Nefel- 

heim,5 

Until  the  day  of  Ragnarok,6  the  last  recording  time; 
When   dread  Loki  7  again  will  roam,  and  stars  fly  from 

the  sky, 
And   Heimdal8  wind    the   Gjallar    Horn,   to   rouse  to 

battle  by. 
When  on  the  new  and  happy  earth,  there  will  be  peace 

again, 
And  Odin  with  his  heroes  all,  and  beauteous  Baldar  9 

reign. 

1  "  Sweeno,"  the  eldest  son  of  Magog,  son  of  Japhet,  who  is  said 
by  the  Scandinavians  to  have  founded   the  Swedish  Monarchy  about 
8S  years  after  the  flood. 

2  The  immense  blocks  or  pillars  of  stone,    found  in  various  parts 
of  Scandinavia,  were,  no  doubt,  erected  by  them. 

3  Heaven  or  the  palace  of  Odin,  situated  at  Asgard  in  Scythia. 

4  Thor,  God  of  Thunder. 

5  Nefelheim:  Hell. 

6  Ragnarok,  the  Judgment  Day. 

7  Loki,  the  Evil  One. 

8  Heimdal,   the  Watchman  or  Sentinel  on  Asgard.    See  vol.  1,  page 
87,  of"  Chrichton's  Scandinavia." 

y  Baldar,  son  of  Odin,  the  most  graceful,  eloquent  and  amiable  of 
all  the  Gods,  whose  palace  is  in  the  "ViaLacta?."  (It  is  very  evi- 
dent that  the  Mythology  and  Theology  of  all  the  known  nations  was 
derived  from  one  original  source  of  Divine  inspiration,  though 
varied  by  tradition,  according  to  different  climates  and  circumstances. 
Each  have  a  Flood  from  different  causes.  Each  a  place  of  future, 


102  THE  WANDERING  JEW; 

* 

Ahashuerus  groaned  to  see,  the  Cross  was  even  there, 
"Where  is  it  not?"  again  he  cried,  the  echoes  answered, 
"where?" 

"  Over  the  frozen  Siberian  snow,  away  by  the  Northern 

pole, 
"He  stands    on   the   edge  of   the  continent,   where  the 

polar  oceans  roll." 
He  stops  his  ear  with  his  bony  hand,  once  more  he  hears 

the  sound, 
Of  the  pattering  steps  that  come  again,  over  the   frozen 

ground, 
And  oh!     that  bloody  tray  is  there!     His  hair  electric 

stands! 
At  the   sight  of  the  gory  head   she  bears,  within  her 

phantom  hands! ! 
He's  going  East,  while  she  goes  West,  and  soon  they're 

far  apart, 
And  he  tries  with  all  his  might  to  still,   the  beating  of 

his  heart!!! 

Over  the  plains  from  the  far,  far  West,  where  the 
Buffalo,  wild  and  free, 

Rushes  headlong  from  the  "  Spirit  of  Fire,"  *  that  sweeps 
o'er  the  grassy  sea,f 

He  flies  along  with  the  antelope,  to  the  friendly  Man- 
dan's  home, 

Who  over  the  bluffs  and  "red  stone  hills,"  with  the  elk 
and  grizzly  roam. 

He  nears  the  banks  of  the  turbid  stream, J that  thundering 
rolls  along, 

reward  and  punishment,  and  all  predict  the  destruction  of  the 
world.  Each  have  a  first  man  and  woman,  and  all  who  pretend  to 
account  for  Creation,  previous  to  that  time,  "get  completely 
muddled.") 

*  The  Indians  call  the  Fire,   that   so  often  sweeps  over  the  vast 
prairies,  "  The  spirit  of  Fire,"  or  the  "Fire  Opirit." 
t  Prairie. 
%  Missouri. 


Oil   THE  FULFILMENT  OF  PROPHECY.  103 

And  he's  startled  again,  by  an  arrow  swift,  from  out  of 

a  dusky  throng, 
Who    are  dancing  'round   a   "  big  canoe,"  with  willow 

boughs,  fresh  and  green, 
Strewn    over   the   ground    with   savory    sage,    and    the 

"mourning  doves"  are  seen, 

In  honor  of  Nu-Mphk-Muck-a-Nah,*  the   "man  of  mys- 
tery," lie, 
Who  alone  was  saved,  when  the  waters  ran,  o'er  all  the 

earth,  a  shoreless  sea! 
But  the  arrow  whistles  harmless  by,   and  the  frightened 

.    Indians  rise, 
''It  is  a  mighty  medicine  man!"  each  grim  old  chieftain 

cries. 
They  lead  the  poor  old  Jew  within  their  lodge,  and  spread 

a  robe, 
While  down  he  sinks,   exhausted,  from  his  wanderings 

round  the  globe. 
With   solemn   superstitious  awe,    the    red   men    gather 

'round, 
And    tender   him  the   Calumet,   from    off    the    "Holy 

ground;"! 
There's  something  in  his  form  and  face,  they  feel  is  kin 

to  them, 
'Tis  said,  their  lineage  can  be  traced,  back  to  Jerusalem! 

*  According  to  Indian  tradition,  the  only  man  saved  from  the 
Flood.  See  vol.  II.  of  "  Catlin's  North  American  Indians." 

t  "Holy  ground,"  a  quantity  of  beautiful  '  red  stone;"  said  by 
Geo.  Catlin  to  be  unlike  anything  ever  found  on  the  continent; 
called  "  Steatite,"  situated  on  the  "  Coteaux  des  Prairies,"  a  ridge 
running  North  and  South,  near  the  St.  Peter's  river,  which  empties 
into  the  Mississippi,  below  the  falls  of  St.  Anthony.  The  quarry  is 
oa  the  Western  border  of  what  is  now  called  Minnesota.  The  In- 
dians have  a  tradition  that  the  "Great  Spirit"  called  all  the  tribes 
together  at  the  "Red  Pipe  Stone,"  many  centuries  ago,  and  making 
them  a  pipe,  smoked  it  over  them  all  and  commanded  them  to  al- 
ways bury  the  tomahawk  and  be  at  peace  when  they  came  there  to 
gather  the  red  stone  for  their  pipes.  Mr.  Catlin  says,  the  same  tra- 
dition is  held  by  all  the  tribes  he  visited.  The  Dacotahs  and  Sioux 
drove  away  and  destroyed  the  remnant  of  friendly  Indians,  and  took 
possession  of  the  quarry. 


104  THE  WANDERING   JEW; 

They're  some   of  Israel's  wandering  race,  who  crossed 

the  Land  of  Shem. 
And  those  poor  simple  red  men,  who  roam  the  forests 

through, 

Alas!  there  is  no  rest  for   them,   they're  like  the  Wan- 
dering Jew; 
They're  driven  on,   still  further  on,  Cowards  the  setting 

sun, 
The  pale  face  takes  their  laud  away,  their  race  will  soon 

be  run. 

Ahashuerus  stops  not  long,  he's  driven  on  again,  far  o'er 

the  Alleghany  ridge  to  the  great  Atlantic  main, 

Algonquins   roam  the  forest  dim,  the  swarthy  Savage 

stares  at  him ; 
And  led  along  by  the  Fire  fly  lamp,  around  by  the  "Lake 

of  the  Dismal  swamp," 
He  nears   again  the  ocean's  shore,  he  hears  again  the 

ocean's  roar; 
And  then  the  old  tones  greet  his  ear,  that  tell  the  cross, 

the  "cross  is  here.11 
For  there  comes  once  more  the  solemn  sound,  of  church 

bells  in  the  air  around. 
Behold  the  ship  that  proudly  lifts,  its  sails  against  the 

sky> 
Has  brought  the  Christians  to  these  shores,  "Oh,  whither 

can  I  fly  ? 
"No  more  lands  in  which  to  roam,  nowhere  can  Israel 

h'nd  a  home. 
"Oh!  would  that  I  could  die!!  " 

A  pedler  passes  with  his  pack,  of  tinsel  wares  upon 

his  back, 
And  turns  to  look,  as  going  by,  he  hears  him  thus  so 

mournful  cry, 

And  quick  extends  a  friendly  hand: 
"Cheer  up,  poor  Hebrew,  in  this  land  we  have  a  chance 

to  rest, 


OR  THE   FULFILMENT  OF  PROPHECY.  105 

"For  to  this  country,  broad  and  free,  the  hatred  has  not 
crossed  the  Sea,* 

4 'So  ease  thy  troubled  breast!" 

"  I  tell  thee,  I  can  never  rest,"  Ahashuerus  said, 

"  There's  trouble  ever  in  my  breast,  I  wish  that  I  were 
dead ! 

"For  more  than  seventeen  hundred  years,  I've  roamed 
this  wide  earth  through, 

"And  there  is  nought  my  spirit  cheers,  I  am  the  Wander- 
ing Jew!" 

The  pedler  starts  with  frightened  look,  along  the  dusty 
road, 

But  different  ways  they  each  one  took;  they  bore  a  dif- 
ferent load! 

Ahashuerus  crossed  the  Sea  to  Scotland's  rugged  shore, 
In  time  to  see  the  battle  on  Culloden's  heathy  mooiyj- 
And  long  there  dwelt  upon  his  sight,  that  battle's  deadly 

fray, 
While  'round   and  'round  the  continent,   he  wound  his 

weary  way. 

Through  blood  stained  France,  and  on  the  Nile,  J 
Whichever  way  he  turned, 
The  horrid  cry  of  war  was  heard; 
His  heart  "within  him  burned," 
To  hail  again  his  native"  land,  where  he  might  once  more 

pray, 
By  the  lone  graves  of  his  fathers,  in  the  lovely  month  of 

May. 
So  round  by  the  Red  Sea  waters,    and  over  the  Desert 

sand, 

*  The  Jew  pedler  was  ever  welcome  in  the  early  colonial  clays  of 
America,  bringing  the  cheap  gay  ribbons  and  bright  tinwares  for 
the  country  maidens  and  matrons,  and  the  hatred  towards  his  race 
has  changed  gradually  from  hate  to  ridicule,  then  to  pity,  and  is 
now,  in  the  19th  century,  fast  merging  into  respect  for  his  industry, 
perseverance  and  prosperity. 

t  April  A.  D.  174f>. 

\  Napoleon  Bonaparte's  campaign  in  Egypt.     A.  D.  1793. 


106  THE   WANDERING  JEW; 

His  feet  are  pressing  once  again,  the  soil  of  his  native 

land. 
But  the  Moslem's  heel  is  on  her  still;  within  old  Joppa's 

wall, 

The  Moslem  and  the  Jew  alike,  in  vain  for  mercy  call  * 
("A  black,  eternal  blot  upon  the  memory  of  Napoleon!") 
And  up  011  Tabor's  sacred  height,  the  Turk  and  Christian 

meet  to  fight, 
Where  once  the  peaceful  Saviour  stood,  the  lowly  man, 

the  Triune  God! 
"  Though  countless  as  the  sands  of  Sea,   or  as  the  stars 

of  Heaven," 
That  turbaned  host  o'er  Jordan's  tide,  in  fury  soon  were 

driven. 

Ahashuerus  draws  his  robe,  all  soiled  and  dusty  'round, 
His  weary  limbs,  and  sinks  to  rest,  upon  the  Holy  ground, f 
Where  long  ago  the  Saviour  prayed  beneath  the  Olive 

trees, 
For  still  they  swayed  their  trembling  limbs,   upon  the 

evening  breeze. 

The  moon  is  shining  calmly  down,  as  in  the  days  of  yore, 
The  days  when  he  was  innocent,  eighteen  hundred  years 

before. 

A  young  man  thus  accosted  him,   "Say,  old  man,  can 

you  tell, 
uOf  all  the  lands  you've  heard  of,  is  there  one  where  we 

can  dwell, 

"In  safety  with  our  children,  or  is  it  still  our  fate, 
"To  fly  from  land  to  land,  pursued,  with  all  the  Christian's 

hate?" 
"Young  man,  I've  traveled  far  and  wide,  upon  the  shore, 

upon  the  tide, 
"  And  everywhere  our  race  is  driven,  in  anger  by  the 

will  of  Heaven. 

*  On  the  6th  of  March,  1799,  Napoleon  caused  4,000  of  the  garrison 
of  Joppa,  who  had  capitulated,  to  be  mercilessly  put  to  death, 
t  In  Jerusalem. 


OR  THE  FULFILMENT   OF  PROPHECY.  107 

"  But  there's  one   land  across  the  sea,*  where  men  of 

every  race  are  free, 
"To  serve  God  as  they  think  it  best,  and  there,   at  last, 

we  may  find  rest. 
"But  no    one  knows,   what  will    become   of  our   poor 

brethren  over  there, 
"Perhaps  they'll  drive  them  on  again,  as  Christians  have 

done  everywhere. 
"  I'm  going  back  upon  my  rounds,  to  fair  Columbia's 

shore, 
"I  can  tell  my  friends  here  where  to  go,   in  a  hundred 

years  or  more ; 
"  It  takes  about  that  time  to  know,   what  a  people,  free, 

will  do; 
"But  then,  young  man,  this  knowledge  will  be  of  little 

use  to  you, 
"  For  long  before  that  time  comes  'round,  no  doubt,  you 

will  be  underground, 
"Resting  from  all  your  labors  done,  while  I    lgo  on,' 

my  race  to  run." 
The    young  man   stared  in  wild  dismay,   then  quickly 

started  on  his  way, 

For  he  had  often  heard  it  said,  Ahctshuerus  was  not  dead, 
But  that  as  weary  ages  fly,  he  still  was  heard  of  ' '  pass- 
ing by." 

Thus  shunned  of  men,  he  starts  again,  and  sorrowful 

leaves  his  home, 

For  he  knows  his  fears  and  dreads  the  years,  so  long  he 
has  to  roam. 

'The  cannons  boom  at  Austerlitz,  and  Hohenlinden's 

snow, 
Is  white  again  with  winter's  storms,  when  he  again  must 

V," 

To  other  scenes  and  other  men,  far  from  his  native  land 
again. 

*  America. 


108  THE  WANDERING  JEW; 

The  fires  of  war  are  burning  yet,*  and  Bonaparte,  with 

deep  regret, 
Goes  step  by  step  before  the  foe,  and  down  beneath  the 

Northern  snow, 
Buries  the  Old  Guard,  one  by  one,  their  marches  o'er, 

their  battles  done. 
With  the  ravens  screaming  over  head,  and  wolves  no 

longer  kept  at  bay, 
They  leave   the  dying  and  the  dead,   while  Kremlin's 

flames  light  up  the  way. 

Next  on  the  field  of  Water!  oo,f  the  rays  of  the  setting 

sun, 
Are  glittering  on  the  Bayonets  of  the  host,  that  proudly 

won, 

Peace  for  the  world!!! 
O,   great    was  brave  Napoleon!     But  greater  yet  was 

Wellington! 
And  greater  still,  Columbia's  son,    our  own   immortal 

Washington!! 
One  fought  to  make  his  people  great,  and  one  to  gain 

the  Victory! 
And  one  to  free  them  from  the  fate  of  slaves,  and  give 

them  Liberty!!! 


CANTO  X. 


L  l(jo  to  the  Isles  of  the  Sea,"  he  said,  "and  there 

I  may  rest  my  soul, 
"On  the  lonely  reef   the   coral  builds,  where  the  waves 

of  ocean  roll." 

So  away  across  the  continent,  and  o'er  the  stormy  sea, 
On  Otaheite's  gentle  shore,  in  the  shade   of  the  plantain 

tree, 
*  A.  D.  1812.  f  A.  D.  1815. 


OR   THE   FULFILMENT  OF  PROPHECY.  109 

He  stops,  while  balmy  breezes  blow,  forgetting  that  he 
has  to  "c/0?" 

The  grassy  plains  and  rivulets,  and  swelling  hills  be- 
tween, 

Of  all  the  lands  the  loveliest,  he  ever  yet  has  seen ; 

The  simple  savage  sails  around  upon  the  blue  Lagoon, 

That  quiet  sparkles,  in  the  light  of  the  balmy  South  Sea 
noon. 

Ahashuerus  roams  along  in  quiet  pensive  mood, 

When,  hark!  there  comes  a  sacred  song,  from  out  the 
leafy  wood; 

He  hears  a  thousand  voices  sing,  and  great  Jehovah's 
praises  ring, 

Where  all,  he  thought,  was  wild  and  free,  in  that  vast 
Southern  tropic  sea. 

Behold,  a  Temple,*  high  and  long,  within  whose  walls 
a  dusky  throng, 

In  sacred  songs  their  voices  raise,  to  sound  the  great  Re- 
deemer's praise. 

Where'er  he  sails  that  Southern  sea,  from  New  Zealand 
to  Hawaii, 

The  rude  "Marais"f  are  torn  away,  and  OroJ  holds  no 
more  the  sway. 

A  hideous  log  of  senseless  wood,  no  more  can  do  the 
people  good  ! 

The  Idols  everywhere  must  fall,  and  Jesus  Christ  rule 
over  all; 

"  Japhet  must  dwell  in  the  tents  of  Shem,  and  my  people 
go  back  to  Jerusalem, 

*  On  the  llth  of  May,  1819,  the  Royal  Mission  Chapel  was  opened 
by  Pomare  II.,  King  of  Otaheite;  it  was  700  feet  long  and  60  feet 
wide,  with  133  windows,  29  doors  and  3  pulpits,  and  attended  by  6,000 
people  in  their  best  attire.  See  Polynesia,  &c.,  by  Rev.  M.  Russell, 
No.  158  of  the  "  Family  Library." 

t  Marais,  Polynesian  Temples. 

I  Oro,  the  great  national  Idol  of  Polynesia,  whose  temples 
abounded  in  the  Society  Islands,  before  the  introduction  of  Christi- 
anity by  England,  in  the  latter  part  of  the  Irth  century,  at  which 
time  Lord  Byron  visited  the  Sandwich  Islands. 


110  THE   WANDEEING   JEW; 

"  Till  then  you  must  wander,1'  there  seemed  to  say, 
A  voice.     Again  he  started  upon  his  way. 

His  lone  boat  rocks  upon  the  tide,  he  leans  in  revery 
o'er  its  side, 

The  scenes  througli  which  belong  has  passed,  all  rise  be- 
fore his  vision  fast, 

"I  know  not  what  to  think,"  he  cried,  "for  all  these 
long,  long  years  I've  tried, 

"To  fly  from  the  cross  of  the  Nazarene,  but  everywhere 
I  go,  His  seen. 

"  The  prophet's  words  have  all  come  true,  our  people 
roam  the  wide  world  through." 

"But  hope  now  rises  in  my  breast,  when  Jesus  reigns,  I 

s kail  have  rest! 
"Perhaps  in  that  new  world  *  that  lies  across  this  Western 

sea, 
"  Where,  I  remember,  I  was  told,  the  nations  all  were 

free, 

"I'll  find  my  people  settled  down,  in  Liberty,  at  last, 
"To  serve  Jehovah  as  they  please,  and  forget  the  bitter 

past." 

His  light  skiff  rode  the  wild  waves  high,  and  isle  and 
rock-bound  shore  flew  by; 

And  soon  he  heard  the  billows  roar,  that  dashed  on  Pata- 
gonia's shore, 

Reminding  him  of  the  long  gone  by,  when  he  saw  the 
Star  cross  in  the  sky. 

But  now  it  has  no  fears  for  him  ! 

He  longs  to  see  before  his  eyes,  that  sacred  emblem  in 
the  skies. 

And  as  the  shades  of  night  come  on,  and  stars  come 
twinkling  one  by  one, 

He  sinks  upon  the  ground  in  prayer  !  Unearthly  stillnsss 
in  the  air, 

*  America. 


OB  THE  FULFILMENT   OF  PKOPHECY.  Ill 

Sinks  deep  within  his  weary  soul,  while  gazing  on  that 

Southern  pole; 
And  while  he  kneels  in  silence  there,  he  almost  breathes 

to  Christ  a  prayer, 
That  He  will  haste  his  kingdom  on;  he  has  nought  else  to 

hope  upon; 
But 'though  his  heart  rebels  no  more,  he  knows  his  trials 

are  not  o'er. 
So  over  the  arid  terraces,  he  " goes'  through  the  wiry 

grass; 

Gigantic  Indians  stare  at  him,  as  they  in  wonder  pass. 
Again  he's  on  Atlantic's  shore,  but  into  its  waves  he  goes 

no  more, 
For  to  his  fate  he's  now  resigned,  and  he  goes   "on"    in 

hope  to  find 
The  cross  in  every  land,  where  he,  in  coming  years,  may 

chance  to  be 

Where  the  wild  horse  roams  through  the  pampas  grass, 
And  the  hot  Sirocco  blows, 
La  Plata  winds  her  silvery  stream,  with  strength  renewed 

he  goes. 
Behold!    a  city's  white  walls  rise,  the  cross  '  the  cross! 

he  gladly  cries. 
For  lo  !  the  blessed  emblem  shines  on  many  tall  cathedral 

spires, 
And,  with  a  lighter  heart,  he  treads  along  the  streets  of 

Buenos  Ayres. 
While  resting  near  the  river  bank,  and  gazing  on  the 

ocean, 
Where  the  lighters   rock  upon  the  tide,  with  undulating 

motion, 

A  sorry  looking  pedler  stops,  and  thus  accosts  the  Jew: 
"  You  want  some  dings,   I  sell  you  sheap,     I  dell  you 

what  is  drue; 
"  Dem  is  good  goods,  and  strong,  you  see  I  dells  you  not 

a  lie; 


112  THE  WANDERING  JEW; 

"  You  never  have   another  chance,  so  sheap  a  coat  to 
buy." 

The  old  man  slowly  raised  his  eyes,  and  gazed  at  the 

abject  face, 

For  his  features  looked  as  if  they  were,  of  his  own  un- 
happy race ; 
But,  oh!    what  a  change  there  seemed  to  be,  from  the 

look  of  the  Jews  he  used  to  see, 
Who,  with  towering  form  and  eagle  eye,  that  quailed  at 

nought  but  Jehovah's   glance, 
In  defense  of  their  holy  temple,  bared  their  breast  to  the 

thrust  of  the  Roman  lance. 

The  years  of  exile,  want  and  care,  with  persecution  dire, 
Have  robbed  them  of  their  once  proud  look,  and  all  of 

their  ancient  fire. 
"Where  came  you  from?'   the  Jew  replied,  "to  this  far 

Western  shore?" 

"I  am  a  German  Jew,"  he  said,  "and  have  been  here  before ;" 
Ahashuerus  took  his  hand  and,  with  a  heavy  sigh, 
Said  "I  too  am  a  Hebrew,  must  we  from  hither  fly?" 
"  No,  no,  they  let  us  here  alone,  not  one  of  them  refuse, 
"  To  trade  with  us,  but  still  they  sneer,  and  call  us  cheat- 
ing Jews ; 

"But  we  keep  on  our  even  way,  in  hopes  the  day  to  see, 
"  When  we  can  proudly  take  a  place,  among  a  people  free. 
"  Some  Christians  sought  to  hunt  for  gold,  and  some  to 

hunt  for  fame, 

"  But  to  be  free  to  worship  God,  a  band  of  Pilgrims  came ; 
"I  left  my  wife  and  little  ones,  where  those  brave  people 

live,* 

"  For  sure  the  Liberty  they  have,  they  will  to  others  give. 
"And  when  I  sell  my  little  stock,  I  will  go  back  to  see, 
"My  dearKeturah,in  that  land,  where  all  alike  are  free. 
"Many  of  our  people,   too,   are  scattered  through  the 
land."  ' 

*  New  England. 


OR  THE  FULFILMENT    OF  PROPHECY.  113 

What  was  it   made  the  pedler  stare,   and  drop  the  old 

man's  hand  ? 

A  look  of  pain  had  settled  on  Ahashuerus'  face, 
As  he  thought  of  all  the  troubles,  to  be  suffered  by  his 

race, 
Before  the  Lord  would  give  to  them,  the  leave  to  build 

Jerusalem, 
Or  sound  their  Jubilee  again,  in  triumph   on  the  Syrian 

plain. 
A  heavy  sigh  then  heaved    his  breast,    "  When    Jesus 

reigns,  I  shall  have  rest !  " 
The  pedler,  staring,  heard  him  say,  then  quickly  went 

upon  his  way. 

Again  Ahashuerus  stands  alone,  upon  the  sparkling 

sands, 

That  glittered  on  the  lonely  shore,  more  than  two  hun- 
dred years  before, 
When  he  sailed  down  the  Amazon,  and  launched  the 

ocean  wide  upon. 
He  welcomes  now  the  shining  sails,  that  bellying  turn 

to  catch  the  gales, 
And  seem  to  tremble,  as  if  they  knew,  they  scarce  could 

take  their  treasures  through, 
The  mountain  waves,  that  they  must  ride,  where  Para  * 

meets  the  ocean  tide. 
With  lightened  heart  he  journeys  on,  around  the  Southern 

lands, 
And  gladly  marks  the  signals  of  the  work  of  Christian 

hands. 

Now  up,  past  poor  De  Soto's  grave,  down  deep  within 

the  bed 

Of  Mississippi's  muddy  wave,  by  unseen  forces  led, 
The  Jew,  lone  wandered  through  the  wilds,  where  roam 

the  Red  men  yet, 

*   Para,   a  name  formerly  given   to  the  Amazon  river,   meaning 
"  Father  of  Waters."     It  is  now  the  South  estuary  of  the  Amazon. 


THE  WANDERING  JEW; 

Retiring  slow  before  his  foe, l  with  vengeance  and  regret; 
Ahashuerus  scatters  wide  the  dreaded  pestilence.2 
(God  grant  his  journeys  soon  may  cease,   and  keep  him 
far  from  hence. ) 

Once  more  he's  on  the  rolling  wave,  of  the  deep  At- 
lantic Sea, 
For  as  the  month  of  Nisan  comes,   at  home  he  longc 

to  be. 
He   lands  again   on  England's  shore,3   but  things  have 

changed  since  years  before, 
His  people  scattered  forth  to  roam,  across  the  sea  to  find 

a  home. 
Now  England's  peers  aloud  proclaim,  the  honor4  of  the 

Hebrew  name, 
And  dare,  like  ancient  Christian  knight,  to  fearlessly 

defend  the  right; 
And  France,  too,  is  ashamed  at  last,  of  her  injustice  in 

the  past. 
Oh!  Hope  is  springing  once  again,  for  his  down  trodden 

countrymen. 
With  thankful  heart  he  trudges  on,  half  of  his  weary 

load  is  gone, 
And  the  times  are  passing  swift   away,    when  Judah's 

sons  afar  must  stray, 
And  toil,  and  toil,  and  ever  pine,  for  their  dear  land  of 

Palestine. 

Again,  with  lighter  heart,  he  goes  along  the  streets  of 

Rome, 

For  dear  to  him  is  every  place,  that  brings  him  nearer 
home. 

1  In  1832,  Indian  tribes,  under  their  chief  Black  Hawk,  ravaged  the 
Northern    part   of  Illinois,    murdered     settlers    and    burned  their 
dwellings. 

2  The  Asiatic  Cholera  broke  out  among  the  troops   sent  against 
them  under  Gen.  Seott,  and  prevailed  in   other  parts  of  the  United 
States. 

a  A.  D.  1832. 

4  See  Maeauley's  Essay  on  the  "Civil  Disabilities  of  the  Jews." 


OB  THE  FULFILMENT  OF  PROPHECY.  115 

On  the  top  of  the  lonely  Aventine,   from  whence  the 

hills  of  Rome  are  seen, 
His  eye,  in  wandering,  lights  upon  the  well  remembered 

Pantheon, 
Reminding  him  of  days  gone  by,  when  first  he  started 

forth  to  fly. 

Its  lofty  granite  pillars  stand,  and  baffle  age  and  time, 
Its  dome  looms  up  as  proud  as  when  Great  Rome  was  in 

her  prime. 

Away  on  the  seven  hills,  the  sun  lights  up  the  ruins  wide, 
And  shines  through  the  grand  Coliseum,  long,  long,  old 

Roma's  pride, 
Through  the  vines  on  the  Forum  pillars  tall,  the  evening 

breeze  is  blowing, 
Where  once  the  great  Triumvirs  stood,  the  Vaccas*  now 

are  lowing; 

The  marble  floors  are  quiet  in  Caracalla's  f  walls, 
The  wind  is  sighing  through  the  trees,  that  grow  in  the 

roofless  halls; 
But  the  hills  are  standing  yet,  where  lived  the  mighty 

moving  throng, 

And  still,  as  in  the  centuries  gone,  the  Tiber  rolls  along. 
(Oh!  Art  is  long,  but  Nature's  longer,  and  Time  is  ever 

showing, 

That  build  and  battle  as  we  will,  we  ever  must  be  going.) 
Around  the  Campus  Martius,  the  Christian  towers  arise, 
And  the  cross  on  great  St.  Peter's  Dome,  points  upward 

to  the  skies. 
He  welcomes  now  the  solemn  sound,  that  on  the  still  air 

swells, 
As  the  peaceful  Convent  £  o'er  his  head,   slow  rings  her 

vesper  bells. 

Once  more  along  the  Appian  way,  lit  by  the  sun's  last 

fading  ray, 

*  Cows  and  sheep  were  pastured  around   the  ancieut  Forum,  and 
the  place  was,  until  recently,  called  "  Campo  Vaccino." 
t  Baths  of  Caracalla,  South  of  the  Palatine  Hill, 
j  Convent  on  the  Avcntinc  Hill,  one  of  the  Seven  Hills  of  Rome. 


116  THE   WANDERING  JEW; 

He  goes  towards  the  Western  sea,  where  stands  the  lone- 
some Pompeii, 
Uncovered  since  long  years   before,  when  he  last  trod 

along  that  shore ; 
'Twas  then  one  wide    spread  ruined  plain,  but  now  he 

walks  the  streets  again. 
(How  many  weary  years  have  sped,  since  the  Pompeiian 

baker  burnt  his  bread,* 
On  that  dark,  fearful,  fatal  night,  that  saw  so  many  take 

their  flight, 
Across  the  fields  in  frenzy  driven,  as  if  they  saw  the 

wrath  of  Heaven.) 
The  same  high  wall  hangs  o'er  his  head,  where  the  kind 

old  Hebrew  gave  him  bread, 
And  he  sighs  to  think,    how   he's   been   blessed,   with 

eighteen  hundred  years  of  rest. 
But  still  with  hope  he's  cheered  to  see,  that,  as  light 

breaks  on  Pompeii, 
So  it  is  dawning  sure,  though  slow,  for  him,  but  yet  he 

still  must  "go." 

Now  on  through  old  Brundusium,  that  heard  so  oft  the 

Caesar's  drum, 
When  marching  on  to  victory,  upon  the  plains  of  Thes- 

saly,t 
.To  meet  great  Pompey  and  decide,  who  should  rule  Rome 

in  pomp  and  pride; 

Ahashuerus  crosses  o'er  in  haste  to  fair  Illyria's  shore, 
Then   down    the    broad   Ionian  Sea,     where   poor   love 

stricken  Antony, 
Was  by  the  frightened  women  led,  with  coward  fears  and 

drooping  head, 
To  leave  his  men  m    Caesar's  hands,   and  hide  himself 

m  Egypt's  sands. | 

*  A  loaf  of  burnt  bread  was  found  in  tin  oven  in  Pompeii  as  per- 
fect as  when  the  poor  baker  left  his  post  so  suddenly,  more  tnau 
1800  years  ago. 

t  Julius  Caesar  fought  the  battle  of  Pharsalia  with  Poinpey  about 
48  B.  C. 

t  See  Plutarch's  "Life  of  Antony." 


OR  THE   FULFILMENT   OF  PBOPHECY.  117 

Now  'round  Achaia's  sunny  land,  to  where  Hymettus 

looms, 
Against  the  sky  and    scents  the  air  with  honey  bearing 

blooms; 
To   famed   Athenia's    crumbling  walls,   that    mournful 

guard  her  ruined  halls. 
The  Stadium's  marble  seats  are  gone,  Illyssus  still  is 

murmuring  on, 
And  lone  Pentellic  columns*  rise,  and  point  in  sadness 

to  the  skies, 

Seeming  to  say  to  all  the  world,  "from  there  the  thun- 
derbolts are  hurled 

"  Olympian  love  is   not  'unknown,' but  mortal  ne'er  be- 
held his  throne.'' 
The  long  stone  steps  are    leading  still,   to  where  Paul 

stood  on  high  "Mars'"  hill, 
From  whence  his  eye  swept  round   upon,  Erectheum  and 

Parthenon. 
The  old  Jew  mounts  with  hasty  stride,  up,  up  the  rocks 

of  that  hill  side, 
*  From  whence  he  views  the  ruins  still,  all  scattered  o'er 

Minerva's  Hill;f 
But  the  cross,  that   blessed    emblem  given,   is  humbly 

pointing  up  to  Heaven, 
As  if  to  say,  remember  all   the  words  once  said  by  good 

St.  Paul: 
"The  Lord  of  Heaven    and  all  the   lands,  dwells  not  in 

temples  made  with  hands. "J 

But  the  weary  Jew  must  "</o"  again!    He  launches  on 

the  Aegean  main, 
And   wanders   'round    the    classic    shore,    o'erruled  by 

Heathen  Gods  no  more. 
He  rounds  lone  Tasso's  silver  hills,  and  Lemnos  where 

the  anvil  rang, 

#  16  Corinthian  columns  of  Pentellic  marble  mark  the  site  of  the 
Temple  of  Jupiter  Olympus, 
t  The  Acropolis, 
j  Acts,  chap.  16,  v.  24. 


118  THE  WANDERING  JEW  ; 

Of  Vulcan,  forging  ponderous  shield  for  Achilles,   as 

Homer  sang. 
The  olive  yields  on  Lesbos  still,  and  flowers  bloom  on 

Scio's  hill, 
As  sweet  as  when  blind  Homer  strayed,  among  its  bowers 

and  verses  made ; 
And  Samos,  where  they  piped  and  danced  in  Cleopatra's 

day, 
Now  lonely  looks  to  those  who  sail  around  the  Lydian 

Bay. 
On  Patmos  sacred  isle  he  lands,  and  wanders  o'er  its 

shore, 
And  no  voice  comes  from  Heaven  to  him,  only  the  surf's 

dull  roar; 
And  though  he  longs  to  "know  the  things  that  must  be 

in  the  days  to  come,"* 
Alas,  the  rocks  and  crags,  and  waves,  they  all  alike  are 

dumb; 
And  he  must  on  his  weary  way,   longing  for  that  happy 

day, 
When  Israel's  children  can  go  home,   and  joyous  rear 

their  Temple's  dome. 
He  stopped  where  the  lovely  Cydnus  flows  down  into 

the  Sea, 

Where  Cleopatra  sailed  along  to  meet  her  Antony; 
With  purple  sails  and  golden  prow,  and  silver  dipping 

oars, 
And  incense  floating  on  the  air,  along  those  wondering 

shores. 

And  now,  at  last,  he  comes  in  sight  of  Carmel's  old 

familiar  height, 
And  by  a  strange  sad  feeling  led  to  see   the  dwelling 

place, 
Of  Jesus,  he  so  once  did  dread,  when  starting  on  his 

race . 

He  turned  his  steps  to  Nazareth,  the  City  on  the  hill, 
*  "  The  things  which  shall  be  hereafter."  Rev.,  chap.  1,  v.  19. 


OR  THE  FULFILMENT   OF  PROPHECY.  119 

And  saw  beside  the  dusty  road,  the  Virgin's  fountain 

still,* 
Where  oft  in  childhood's  sunny  dayi,   the  little    Christ 

had  gone  to  play. 

Ahashuerus*  cooled  his  brow,  beside  the  ancient  well, 
How  sad  the  memories  were  that  rose,  no  one  but  he 

could  tell; 

He  thought  of  all  the  sufferings,  of  Jesus  long  ago, 
And  the  changes  wrought  by  centuries,  while  he  wan- 
dered to  and  fro. 

Instead  of  scorning  now,  the  lowly  Nazarene, 
He  longed  to  see  each  blessed  spot,  where  he  had  ever 

been. 
The  thistle  blooms  on  the  dusty  road,  that  leads  to  the 

sacred  sea, 
As  it  did  when  the  Saviour  journeyed,  to  the  blue  "deep 

Galilee.'' 
The  red  pome-granate  grows  there  still,  the  fig  and  olive 

yield, 
The   fruit   that  Jesus   blessed  and  ate,  while   walking 

through  the  field. 
The  butterfly  waves  its  gauzy  wings,  around  the  fennel 

stalk, 
That  is  growing  rank  beside  the  path,  our  Saviour  used 

to  walk. 
Mount  Tabor  rears  her  verdant  cone,  and  Hermon  rears 

his  snow, 

And  down  along  the  Syrian  plain,  the  Jordan  waters  flow; 
The  merry  birds  are  carolling,  their  Maker's  praises  loud, 
Where  long  ago  our  pitying  Lord,  in  mercy  healed  the 

crowd, 
That  thronged  around  him,  while  he  trod  his  weary  way 

on  Earth ; 
From  Bethlehem,  where  the  angels  sang  about  his  lowly 

birth, 

*  There  was  a  tradition  in  1306  that  Jesus,  when  a  little  child, 
broke  his  pitcher,  and  carried  water  to  his  mother  in  his  little  leather 
apron. 


120  "THE  WANDERING  JEW;  * 

To    Calvary,  where   his   life   was  given,    a  ransom  for 
us  all; 

From  all  those  holy  places,  the  voices  seemed  to  call, 

In  heavenly  accents,  calm  and  sweet,  from  every  hill 
side  'round, 

Come,  "put  the  shoes  from  off  thy  feet,"  for  "this  is 
Holy  ground." 

The  sunshine  soft  is  gleaning,   across  the  rippling  wave, 

Where  Jesus  walked  one  stormy  night,  and  stretched  his 
hand  to  save; 

And  the  sea,  obedient  to  his  will,  rolled  back  its  angry 
crest, 

When  He  commanded,   "Peace,  be  still!"   sank  tremb- 
lingly to  rest; 

Bethsaida   and  Chorazin   old,   have  vanished  from  the 
land, 

Capernaum,  too,  has  scarce  one  stone,  to  tell  where  it 
did  stand. 

The  Cane  and  Oleander  wave,  where  the  water  willows 
grow, 

And  the  pearly  shells  are  scattered,  where  the  fish  swim 
to  and  fro, 

As  when  they  went  in  Peter's  net,  at  Christ's  august  com- 
mand; 

And  the  little  boats  go  sailing  yet,  across  from  land  to 
land. 

The  Crocus  blooms  on  Tabor's  side,  the  Oaks  stand  ever- 
green, 

The  sparrow  chirps  along  the  ground,  and  the  gold  finch 
gay  is  seen. 

But  the  "gentle  Jesus"  walks  no  more,  along  the  well 
worn  way, 

That  leads  to  old  Jerusalem,  as  it  used  to  in  his  day, 

The  Cactus,  wild,   now  covers  o'er  full  many  a  ruined 
wall, 

That  stand  as  mournful  landmarks,  and  on  the  ages  call, 

To  stop  their  all  destroying  power,  and  save  for  men  to 
see, 


OB  THE   FULFILMENT   OF   PROPHECY.  121 

The  remnants  of  those  halcyon  days,  when  Judah's  land 
was  free. 

Samaria  stands  upon  the  hill,  where  yet  the  olive  trees, 

Tell  of  the  olden  time  that's  gone,  when  waving  in  the 
breeze, 

They  sheltered  Israel's  Holy  One,  so  many  years  ago; 

When  he  " had  not  where  to  lay  his  head,"  and  "wan- 
dered to  and  fro." 

Now  Shiloh's  ridge  and  "Bethel's  Tower"  look  mourn- 
fully and- still, 

The  screech-owls' tones  in  the  moonlit  hour,  far  echo  o'er 
the  hill. 


CANTO  XL 


HASHUERUS  nears  his  home,  his  heart  is  beating 

fast, 
'Though  he  has  had   to  roam  and  roam,  he's  come  again 

at  last, 

For  yonder,  'gainst  the  Southern  sky,  the  minarets  arise, 
And  the  towers  of  dear  Jerusalem,  now  glad  his  longing- 
eyes. 
He  stopped  to  rest  by  a  low  arched  door,  at  the  home  of 

a  maiden  fair, 
The  noonday  sun  was  glancing  bright,  across  her  raven 

hair. 
Low  and  sweet  was  the  song  she  sung,  for  she  hummed 

it  o'er  in  the  Hebrew  tongue, 
'T  was  of  Israel's  glory  past  and  gone,  and  of  Israel's 

hope  that  is  coming  on. 
And  the  old  Jew  stopped  with  listening  ear,  that  maiden's 

accent,  sweet,  to  hear, 
And  the  words  that  came  from  her  joyous  heart,  seemed 

weaved  in  verse  with  a  prophet's  art. 


122  THE   WANDERING  JEW; 

"Rejoice,  oh  Israel's  wandering  race;*  far  in  the  West 

we've  found  a  place, 
"Where  plenty  reigns,  and  smiling  peace   makes  all  our 

wants  and  woes  to  cease; 
"Our  Synagogues  are  rising  there,  where  we  can  kneel 

in  peaceful  prayer, 
"And  thank  Jehovah,  that  his  hand  has  led  us  to  that 

golden  land. 
"God  bless  the  noble  race  who  give,  to  other  men  the 

right  to  live, 
"Loud  let  the  praise  be  said  and  sung, of  men  who  speak 

the  English  tongue, 
"By  them  the  desert  waste  will  bloom,  all  fragrant  with 

the  rose  perfume, 
"  With  them  will  Israel  cross  the  main,  and  cross  old 

Jordan's  flood  again, 
"And  find  once  more  their  Canaan  home:  that  glorious 

time  will  surely  come; 

"Oh,  great  Jehovah,  speed  the  day,  and-hasten  on  Mes- 
siah's sway." 

The  Hebrew  maiden  ceased  her  song,  the  poor  old  Jew 

looked  at  her  long, 
She  bade  him  kindly  then  draw  near,  and  share  with  them 

their  homely  cheer; 

She  saw  he  was  an  Israelite,  a  traveler,  soiled  and  worn, 
And,,  to  her  tender  hearted  sight,  looked  wretched  and 

forlorn ; 
But  hope  was  in  his  weary  eye,  her  song  had  cheered  his 

heart, 
He  longed  again  to  the  West  to  fly,   and  hastened  to 

depart ; 
But  first  he  told  her,  she  was  right,  events  were  shaping 

fast, 
For  Israel's  children  to  return,  their  woes  were  nearly 

past; 
He  told  her  how  he'd  wandered,  'round   the  world  so 

many  years, 

*  Rachael'e  soug. 


OR  THE   FULFILMENT  OF  PROPHECY.  123 

Of  all  the  changes  he  had  seen,  the  smiles,  the  joys,  the 

tears; 
But  the  blood-marked  place  was  off  his  brow,  and  the 

maiden  fair  could  see, 

Only  an  old  and  weary  man,  who  had  come  from  Galilee. 
He  bade  good  bye  to  the  gentle  one,  and  walked  the 

streets  once  more, 
That  now  resounded  to  the  tread,   of  men  from  every 

shore, 
The  turbaned  Moslem  and  the  Jew,  with  roving  Bedouin, 

bands, 
All  meet  in  friendly    concourse  there,   with  Christians 

from  all  lands. 
Siloah's  pool    is   murmuring   soft,   and   Kidron's  brook 

goes  by, 
The  lepers  hold  their  hands  aloft:  alms,  alms  they  sadly 

cry ; 
But  Nature  smiles,  as  she  was  wont,  when  Jesus  walked 

the  earth, 
The   "morning  stars"    are  singing  still,  as  when   they 

marked  his  birth ; 
The  wild  sage  grows    on  every  hill,   the   yellow  poppy 

blooms, 

And  rear  their  heads    between  the  stones,  of  his  fore- 
fathers' tombs; 

In  the  garden  of  Gethsemane,  a  few  old  olive  trees, 
Still  sway  their  trembling    limbs,  upon   the  springtime 

evening  breeze; 
And  'round  upon  the    time   worn  hills,  now   wet  with 

vernal  showers, 
The  little  plant  spreads   far  and  wide,   its  "everlasting 

flowers."  * 
One  thing  is  strange,    within  the  walls,  where  ^oft  for 

prayer  the  Moslem  calls, 

The  Christian  church  bells  oft  resound,  and  in  the  Syna- 
gogues around, 

*  "Paroriychia  Hispanica." 


124  THE   WANDERING  JEW; 

The  Hebrews  meet  for  prayer  and  praise,  as  did  the 
Jews  in  other  days. 

He  walks  about  the  modern  streets,  not  shunning  who 
so  e'er  he  meets, 

For  now  the  "blood  marked  place"  is  gone,  and  unob- 
served he  trudges  "on." 

Across  sweet  Sharon's  lovely  plain,  past  many  an  orange 
tree, 

Through  ancient  Joppa's  broken  wall,  he  comes  to  the 
"Open  Sea," 

And  gladly  hails  the  distant  ship,  that  will  bear  him 
"on"  to  the  West, 

Where  he  can  soon  behold  again,  "the  land  of  Israel's 
rest."* 

Atlantic's  waves  now  waft  him  "on"  he's  left  the  old 

world,  far  away, 
And  soon  he  gladly  lands  upon,  the  rocky  shore,  where 

bounds  the  spray, 
As  if  in  gladness  there  to  meet,  the  land  it  traveled  far 

to  greet. 

Ahashuerus  looks  around  with  wonder  staring  eyes, 
Where  once  the  grand   old  forest  stood,  the  Christian 

towers  arise. 
Great  bridges  span    the  mighty  streams,  and  steamers 

plough  the  river, 
Where  from  the  Indian's   bark  canoe,  the  bow  strings 

used  to  quiver; 
The  fierce  red  man  is  seen  no  more,  but  waving  fields  of 

grain, 
Grow   where   the    Bison    roamed    of    yore,    across  the 

Western  plain. 
At  length  j-  he  comes  to  the  golden  shore,  where   old 

Pacific's  breakers  roar: 
Ahashuerus   flies  along  o'er  black  ''Lone  Mountain's" 

Hill, 

*  California, 
t  A.  D.  ISul. 


OR   THE   FULFILMENT  OF   PROPHECY.  125 

For  'though  his  "  blood  marked  place"   is  gone,  yet  he 

must  wander  still. 

(But  he  will  never  enter  in  that  noble  City  there,*  for 

nightly  will  go  up  to  Heaven  an  Israelitish  prayer, 

That  God  will  bless  that  people,  and  keep  them  safe 

from  harm ; 

As  He  guides  His  "chosen  people,"  by  "His  everlasting- 
arm. v 
For    they   will   go    together,    when    the     "fulness    be 

come  in,"f 
Of  all  the  Gentile  Nations,  where  the  gospel   light  has 

been.) 
Together  cross  wide  China  land,  together  o'er  the  Jordan 

strand, 
And  they  to   build  the    Temple,  will   together  go   to 

Zion's  hill.— 
Old  Time  must  roll   his  centuries  on,   "Ere  every  knee 

shall  bow,"  J 
Of  peoples   this  wide  earth  upon,   but  he  must  wander 

now. 


CANTO  XII. 


P  eighteen  thousand  feet,   above  the  level  of  the 

wave, 

That  rolls  its  chilly  waters  up,  past  many  an  Indian  grave, 
On  St.  Elias'  snowy  top,  he  rests  him  ere  he  goes, 
With  trembling  footsteps  to  the  verge  of  the  land  of  the 

Esquimaux, 
For  there,  he  fears  to  see  again  Herodias  flying  past, 

*  The  Cholera  has  never  prevailed  in  San  Francisco. 

t  Romans,  xi.  chap.,  v.  25. 

t  Epistle  to  the  Phillipians,  n.  chap  ,  v.  10. 


126  THE   WANDERING   JEW  ; 

Bearing   her  hideous  dismal  load,    on  through  the  icy 

blast. 
But  to  his  joy  he  meets  no  more,  that  poor  girl's  phantom 

form, 
Hurrying  along,  with  lightning  speed,  amid  the  winter 

storm. 

Across  the  Toondra's  lonely  waste,  Ahashuerus  flies, 
He  hears  no  more  the  dread  word  "haste,"  but  the  wolf 

dog's  dismal  cries, 
That  rush  along  with  maddened  speed,  across  the  wide 

Steppee, 

Lit  by  the  "Borealis  beam,"  from  the  far  off  Polar  Sea; 
While,  as  he  nears  a  log  hut  town,   a  glad  sound  greets 

his  ear, 
Strong  men  are  singing,   "Christ  is  born  !"     The  Cross 

is  even  here! 
'  The  red  church*  steeple  looms  above  the  native's  simple 

homes, 
The  church  bells  ring  as  gladly  out,  as  from  more  lofty 

domes. 
From  the  grand  old  peak  of  Kloochefskoi,f  to  Moscow's 

glittering  spires, 
Where  long  ago  the  fierce  wolf  howled,    now  glow  the 

cheerful  fires, 

And  Russia's  Czar  stands  ready,  to  bear  the  Cross  along, 
With  an  army  brave  and  steady,  many  hundred  thousand 

strong. 
And  times  are  changed  in  England  too,  the  Jews  have 

nought  to  fear, 
For  one  of  their  great  countrymen,   is  now   an  English 


. 

For  lo!  In  blazing  "Ko-i-noor,"  Great  Britain's  Empress 

Queen, 

*  See  page  291  of  George  Kennan's  "  Tent  Life  in  Siberia,"  also 
the  excellent  work  of  Lieut.  R.  J.  Bush.  The  Russo-Grecian  Church 
is  to  be  found  in  every  village  in  Siberia  from  Behring's  straits  to  St. 
Petersburg. 

t  Mountain  in  Kamtchatka. 

\  D'Israeli,  created  Lord  Beaconsfleld,  Feb.  10th,  1  77. 


OR   THE  FULFILMENT    OF   PROPHECY.  127 

To  honor  Israel's  honored  son,  in  pageantry  is  seen. 
And  hark!  A  clarion  voice  is  heard,  her  royal  Courts 

within, 
Expounding  Britain's  royal  law,  the  peerless  Benjamin.* 

But  another  trial  waits  the  Jew,  for  down   on  Asia's 

plain, 
The  Moslem  persecutes  his  race,    and  drives  them  on 

again. 
On  Macedonia's  ancient  ground,  the  cries  of  Christians 

too  resound, 
For  the  bloody  Moslem   draws  the  sword,  where  once 

the  peaceful,  blessed  word, 
Was  carried  by  a  martyr   band,    to    all  the  shores  of 

Aegean  land. 
The  Sultan  sails  in  the  cold  spring  morn,  in  his  gondola 

by  the  "Golden  Horn," 
O'er  the  waters  of  Bosphorus  deep,  the  "Koorban  Bei- 

ram"  fast  to  keep. 
But  retribution  time  has  come,  and   the  conquering  roll 

of  the  Christian  drum, 
Is  sounding  now  the  Crescent's  doom,  from  Bucharest  to 

Erzeroum. 

The  fire  horse  now  is  snorting  on  even   Afric's  sands, 
And  waking  up  the  echoes  in  all  the  savage  lands, 
Though  "Pharaoh's  hen"f  sits  brooding,  with  drooping 

tail  and  wings, 

Like  an  evil  genius,  viewing  the  .ruined  by  gone  things; 
And  the  mournful  pyramids  yet  stand,  like  Anakims  of 

yore, 

Reminding  all  the  Nations  of  the  centuries  gone  before; 
Yet,  "short  work"  will  Jehovah  make,  when  "prophetic 

times"  are  passed, J 
And  Israel's  children  undertake  their  journey  home  at 

last, 

*  Judah  P.  Benjamin,  Queen's  counsel,  London, 
t  See  "  Hopley  under  the  Egyptian  Puhns,"  page  2u6. 
\  Epistle  to  the  Romans,  9th  chap.,  2:>tb.  v. 


128  THE   WANDERING   JEW; 

"To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  shore,"  to  wander  far  from 
her  no  more. 

But  meantime  he  must  travel,  so  down  through  the 

China  land, 
And  on  to  the  busy  Hongkong  shore,  where  the  fishermen 

pace  the  sand, 
And  stare  at  the  "Fire  horse,"  neighing  loud  across  the 

quiet  fields, 
Crushing  the  frightened  natives'  bones,  beneath  its  iron 

heels.* 
While  all    along   the  river  bank,   time  worn    Pagodas 

stand, 
Ere  long  before  the  tall  church  spires,  to  vanish  from 

the  land.f 
He  marks  the  changes  all  around,  since  those  weary  days  . 

of  yore, 

When  he    wandered   o'er  that  pagan  ground,  in  the  cen- 
turies gone  before. 
He  goes  through  Cashmere's  lovely  vale,  and  down  the 

Ganges  stream, 

Where   the  timid  maidens  used  to  watch  the  fading  lan- 
terns gleam,  J 
And  thought  their  friends  would  safe  return,  if  the  little 

lamps  held  out  to  burn. 
But  he  finds  old  times  have   passed  away:  the  fire  horse 

comes  from  far  Bombay, 
Outstrips  the  ponderous  elephant's  stride,  from  Oman's 

sea  to  Bengal's  tide. 

*  Tbe  Chinese  were  so  frightened  at  the  first  trip  of  the  railroad 
train,  constructed  by  the  English,  that  one  of  them  threw  himself 
across  the  track  and  was  crushed  to  death,  evidently  regarding  the 
engine  as  a  sort  of  Juggernaut. 

t  The  authorities  of  China  have  recently  granted  permission  for 
Christianity  to  be  encouraged  in  China. 

t  The  Hindoo  girls  used  to  set  afloat  upon  the  rivers  lamps  filled 
with  cocoanut  oil,  and  watch  them  until  out  of  sight;  if  they  con- 
tinued to  burn,  they  expected  their  friends  to  return  in  safety.  See 
note  to  Moore's  Lai  hi  Rookh,  where  he  quotes  from  Grandprt's 
voyage  in  the  Indian  ocean. 


OB   THE   FULFILMENT   OF  PROPHECY.  129 

Though  still  they  rear  the  funeral  pile,  and  hold  the  rite 

of  dread  "suttee," 
And  burn   the  poor  fanatics,  while  the   Christians  ask: 

can  such  things  be? 
And  still  the   Idol  Juggernaut,  with  diamond   eyes,   is 

rolled  along, 
Across  the  hills   of    Balaghaut,   and  o'er   the  prostrate 

throng. 
The    camel's  bells  are  heard   no    more,  tinkling  in  the 

summer  night, 
Pacing  along  the  sandy  shore,  with  loads   of  silk  and 

muslin  bright. 
The  old  Jew,  thinking,  toils  along  to  the  low  flat  shore  of 

Chittagong; 

Alas!  destruction  meets  his  eye,  a  waste  of  waters  l  rol- 
ling high, 
O'er   houses,   gardens,  beast  and   man,    those   seething 

waters  wildly  ran. 
With  heavy  heart  he  goes  from  thence,  and  leaves  behind 

him  Pestilence;  2 
And  down  the  Bengal's  foaming  Bay  to  Ceylon's  lonely 

isle  away; 
In  the  lonely  light  of  a  starlight  night,  he  stands  far  up 

on  the  topmost  height 
Of  the  mountain  trod  by  the  world's  first  man,  after  the 

days  of  Jan   ben  Jan.  3 
The  Veddas'  4    roam  the  mountain's  side,  the  Cyngalese 

sport  in  the  Indian  tide, 
And  gather  the  jewels  rich  and  rare,  to  deck  the  brides  of 

Ceylon  fair. 

1  On  the  31st  of'October,  1877,  a  tidal  wave  swept  away  nearly  all 
the  inhabitants  of  the  Chittagong  district. 

2  Cholera. " 

3  A  giant  prince  who  ruled  the  world  before  Adam,  and  by  whose 
orders  the  genii   built  the  wonderful  structures  of  Persepolis,  Ele- 
phanta,  &c.     See  note  to  Moore's  Lalla  Rookh.    ' 

4  Supposed  to  be  the  real  aborigines. 


130  THE   WANDEKING   JEW; 

But  never  to   rest  again  he  "  goes"  across  old  Adam's 

"bridge  of  sighs,"  * 
That  up  from  the  Manaar  wave  arose,  when  he  flew  on 

from  Paradise. 

Along  the  plain  of  Hindoostan,  past  ancient  cities  of  Iran, 
He  comes  once  more  to  Babylon,  as  the  ray  of  the  slowly 

setting  sun 
Is  gilding  Nimrod's  lonely  height,  with  a  gorgeous  flood 

of  golden  light. 
Since  he   was   there    long  years  ago,   while  he's  been 

wandering  to  and  fro, 
They've  found  the  time-worn  tablets  f  of  the  old  Assyrian 

kings, 

That  tell  how  they  conducted  their  old  "financial  rings." 
In  Troy,  MycenaB,  Pompeii,  and  in  the  'ancient  Rome, 
They  find  what  he  saw  long  ago,  when  first  he  left  his 

home. 
But,  how  tired  he  is  of  roaming  and  of  all  the  changes 

'round; 

The  only  hope  that  cheers  him,  is  that  his  race  have  found 
A  place,  where  Israel  can  prepare  to  take  their  journey 

home, 
And  build  their  Holy  City  when  that  happy  time  shall 

come. 

"Again,  in  the  light  of  the  Nisan  moon,  he  stands  on 

Zion's  hill," 
The  times  are  changing  very  fast,  but  the  Moslem  holds 

her  still. 

Even  now  the  hammers  sounding  along  the  Holy  street, 
Tell  of  Rothschild's  wealth  abounding,  where  the  Jew  and 

Christian  meet; 
And  happy  homes  are   smiling,  'and   fragrant  gardens 

bloom, 

*A  dangerous  ridge  of  sand  banks  that  cross  from  Ceylon  to  the 
main  land  of  Hindoostan. 

t  The  Hillah  Tablets,  purchased  by  George  Smith  for  the  British 
Museum. 


OR   THE   FULFILMENT  OF  PROPHECY.  131 

Throughout  the  Holy  City,  around  King  Davids  tomb.* 
Again  he   leaves   the  old  world,  and  goes  across  the 

wave, 
Where  the  souls  of  buried  nations  dance  lightly  o'er  their 

grave, f 

*  REBUILDING  JERUSALEM,  The  efforts  of  Sir  Moses  Montefiore, 
encouraged  by  such  eminent  men  of  the  Jewish  laith  as  the 
Rothschilds,  are  bearing  good  fruits  in  Jerusalem.  Perhaps  the 
highest  ambition  in  life  of  the  former  has  been  to  see  his  people 
again  gathered  within  the  walls  of  the  Holy  City,  endeared  by  so 
many  sacred  memories,  where  they  could  rear  their  altars  and  wor- 
ship unmolested  after  the  manner  of  their  forefathers.  He  Las  lor 
years  devoted  his  best  energies  to  this  object,  and  if  his  labors  have 
not  been  crowned  to  the  extent  of  his  desires,  he  has  at  leust  the 
satisfaction  of  knowing  they  have  not  been  in  vain.  A  correspondeLt 
of  the  London  Times,  writing  from  Palestine,  says  that  new  blocks 
of  buildings  meet  the  eye  everywhere  in  Jerusalem.  Along  the  Jaffa 
road,  and  on  both  the  north  and  west  sides  of  the  city,  extensive 
buildings  are  in  course  of  erection ;  and  even  within  the  walls,  near 
the  reputed  tomb  of  David,  another  large  group  of  tenements  is 
being  built.  The  same  writer  continues  :  These  new  buildings  are 
designed  as  houses  for  Jews  of  different  nations,  and  are  erected  by 
societies,  to  be  let  or  sold  in  tenements  of  tvro  rooms  each.  Tte 
poor  are  to  be  provided  with  homes  for  a  given  time  rent  free,  and 
those  who  are  able  are  to  be  permitted  to  purchase  their  habitations 
by  periodical  payments  on  a  principle  similar  to  those  of  English 
building  societies.  Until  a  recent  date  the  Jews  in  Jerusalem  had 
their  quarter,  as  in  many  continental  cities  ;  but  they  have  now  the 
utmost  freedom  to  purchase  property  wherever  they  can  get  it,  to 
build  where  they  can  obtain  sites,  within  or  outside  the  city  walls, 
and  to  locate  themselves  wherever  they  can  find  residences.  This 
freedom  is  causing  a  great  increase  to  the  Jewish  population  of  the 
humbler  classes."  Jerusalem  has  at  this  day  a  population  of  from 
18,000  to  20,000,  of  which,  at  the  latest  enumeration,  there  were 
7,000  Mohamedans,  6,000  Jews,  5,000  Christians,  mostly  of  the 
Greek  and  Latin  churches,  and  the  balance  Armenians,  Syrians, 
Copts  and  Protestants.  Even  the  Mohamedans  classify  it  as  one  of 
their  three  holy  cities.  It  seems  strange,  in  the  light  of  the  past, 
when  the  Jew  and  the  Christian  were  spat  upon  as  "dogs"  by  the 
fanatical  followers  of  the  Prophet,  that  there  should  now  be  eo 
much  religious  toleration  in  Palestine.  The  secret  is  found  in  the 
straitened  financial  circumstances  of  the  Turk,  who  is  dependent 
upon  Europe  for  his  loans,  in  which  are  found  wealthy  Jews,  who, 
to  a  great  extent,  control  the  money  market,  and  it  is  manifestly  to 
his  interest  not  to  give  offence  to  these  capitalists. 

t  A  superstition,  that  the  phosphorescent  light  in  the  Mediterranean 
Sea  is  caused  by  the  countless  "  souls  of  buried  nations"  floating  on 
its  waves. 


132  THE   WANDERING   JEW. 

And  ride  the  rolling  billows,  or  hide  beneath  the  foam, 
Their  phosphorescent  pillows,  upon  their  watery  home. 
Across  the  arid  desert  and  o'er  the  fertile  plain, 
Towards  the   mighty  Western  Sea,    he  makes  his  way 

again; 

The  shells  on  Colorado's  hills  and  in  her  sandy  vales, 
Are  telling  to  the  wondering  world,   the  oft  repeated 

tales, 
Of  the  day  in  the  long  forgotten  past,  when  Noah  built 

his  Ark, 
And  o'er  the   world   wide   waters  so  safely  steered  his 

bark ; 

The  ships  that  went  to  pieces  on  Arizona's  sands,* 
The  cocoanuts  f  that  drifted  from  far  off  Southern  lands, 
All  tell  of  that  great  Deluge  that  "surged  from  pole  to 

pole," 
And  slowly  then  receded  to  where  the  waves  now  roll. 

lie's  on  his  weary  round  again,  among  the  busy  haunts 

of  men, 

In  every  town  and  village,  where  now  he  gladly  comes, 
His  countrymen  are  building  their  peaceful  quiet  homes, 
And,  pointing  upwards  to  the  skies,  the  towers  of  synag- 
ogues arise ; 
While,  side  by  side  with  the  Nazarene,  the  Hebrew  Rabbi 

oft  is  seen, 

To  walk,  with  friendly  smile  and  nod,  up  to  the  worship 
of  their  God. 

Now,  on  some  drear,  lone  winter  night,  when  the  wan- 
ing moon  gives  palest  light, 
On  bleak  Lone  Mountain's  windy  crest,  he'll  stop  a  little 

while  to  rest; 
And  ere  he  "goes'  on  Calvary  hill,  when  the   clouds  are 

gone  and  the  winds  are  still, 
That  winter  moon  will  bring  to  view,   the  form  of  the 

WEARY,   "WANDERING  JEW." 
*  See  Joaquin  Miller's  poem  of  the  "  Desert  Ship  " 
fCocoanuts  and  other  productions  of  a  tropical  climate  have  been 
found  iu  Colorado  and  Arizona  imbedded  in  the  sand. 


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